Then he drove the swordlight spiraling outward, continuously sweeping across the surrounding beasts, yet upon a glance back, he scanned the area not far behind. There, the elders of the Long family and others were likewise engaged in slaying other beasts. The young lady in flowing robes swiftly struck with her ten fingers, unleashing a torrent of silver flashes that cascaded like a rainstorm, causing countless beasts to plummet from the sky. The man of the Lin family, with his hair flowing freely, now held a translucent crimson jade ruler in hand, from which bursts of blazing flames erupted, instantly transforming one beast after another into fiery spheres. The elder of the Long family and the elder Hui each displayed remarkable prowess: one shaped his hands into two massive golden claws, which, as he swung them, sent countless claw-like shadows roaring through the air with a piercing cry; the other merely flicked his sleeves, and waves of green mist surged forth. Any beast that came within a hundred paces of either of them was either instantly torn into fragments or immediately poisoned and fell lifeless. As for the Lin Clan, the elderly scholar, Zangxing, had seemingly acquired an ancient jade lamp in his hands at some point. Dozens of purple lamp-flames spiraled out from it, looping and dancing, and completely enveloped the vast expanse of empty space. Where the purple shadows passed, countless beasts gradually dissolved into wisps of green smoke and vanished. The enigmatic Lin Clan member, Bai Qi, remained motionless within her protective luminous aura, drifting gently forward. Yet wherever her white light touched, nearby beasts fractured and splintered, as though struck simultaneously by countless sharp blades. The slender golden drum elder, meanwhile, had a bronze gong-like object materializing before him, emitting only a soft, low hum. Yet as any approaching beasts drew near, they immediately staggered and swayed like drunkards, eventually collapsing to the ground. Finally, the young man with a composed, expressionless demeanor—Zhishui—had a silver armor of unknown origin forming over his body, completely concealing his skin. He then surged forward like a hurricane, charging directly into the foremost ranks of the beast horde. Wherever the roar reached, the remains of the beasts danced through the air, displaying a fierce, bloodthirsty frenzy. Han Li watched this scene and slightly furrowed his brow. Whether it was mere bad luck or simply that they had arrived at the right time for this magical realm's grasslands, they were now facing an unexpected challenge. Having journeyed only a few days along the edge of the grasslands, they had suddenly encountered a tidal wave of massive, towering beasts emerging from the deep heart of the plains. Given their firsthand experience of the terrifying scale of the spiritual realm's beast surges, Han Li and his companions were naturally startled and immediately decided to avoid the herd and take a detour. Yet they had underestimated the might of this magical calamity's beast surge. The beasts pouring forth from the grasslands flowed continuously, seemingly endless, and were all of the wolf-like variety. Though these creatures were not particularly high-ranked—most were at the Foundation or Condensation stage, with even the most powerful not quite reaching the level of a Divine Transformation cultivator—the sheer volume of them was overwhelming, enough to leave ordinary cultivators utterly overwhelmed. Though the elder masters of the Long family and others initially poured out their full power, unleashing a series of powerful attacks that swiftly eliminated hundreds of thousands of these beast monsters, the vast numbers of the creatures still managed to engulf and forcibly draw them into their midst. The beasts surged wave after wave, encircling Han Li and his companions. No matter how many were slain, the number of monsters appearing around them never diminished—seeming truly endless. Despite their own formidable abilities, the elder masters could only clump together, uniting their efforts to advance forward. Yet the beasts seemed particularly focused on them, launching relentless, nearly suicidal assaults throughout the day and night, never granting them a moment to rest or recover. They had fought fiercely for two days and two nights, yet even now, wherever they looked, the dark forms of the beasts loomed thickly, with no sign of them breaking free from the encirclement. Thus, Han Li drew a deep breath, and even the elder of Long family and the Saint Maiden of Qianqi furrowed their brows. The sheer number of beast creatures present far surpassed the recent wave of beasts sweeping through the human realm—perhaps only the vast herds of sea beasts in the Spirit Realm's oceanic regions could compare. Suddenly, Han Li raised his hand, and thunder roared as several golden lightning arcs, each as thick as a serving bowl, surged and plunged into the advancing group of beasts. Instantly, golden flashes and thunderclaps illuminated the scene. Hundreds of beasts were instantly reduced to ash, wiped out in a matter of moments. Though these beasts were fierce and unyielding, they now trembled in fear, their movements slowing instinctively. Seizing this moment, Han Li flickered and vanished from sight. At the very next instant, a ripple of energy surged beside the elder of Long family, and Han Li reappeared nearby. "Long brother," he said, "if this continues, things won't look promising." Although our magical prowess is profound, we are still unable to defeat so many of these beast-wretches. Moreover, these beasts display such fierce determination, unwilling to yield—there must be a royal beast or some such presence behind them, continually driving them to press us relentlessly, even after we suffer heavy losses." Han Li said seriously to the elder of the Long family. "You are absolutely correct," the elder replied, having considered this himself. "Otherwise, after we have slain so many of them, they would surely have known it was too difficult to continue and would have retreated. We cannot afford to remain in this stalemate any longer. Should the passing high-ranking magical beings detect us, we shall surely face complications. I must eliminate that royal beast and drive these creatures completely away." The elder nodded gravely, then suddenly pressed his palm into the void ahead. Boom! At once, a vague, massive hand materialized in the sky and descended. A powerful, intangible force surged downward, pressing with great force. Hundreds of beasts cried out in unison, instantly crushed into pulp beneath the pressure. At that moment, the elder of the Long family gently moved his lips, transmitting a few words to the members of the Ling clan through inner voice. After a slight flash of his gaze, he turned to speak to Han: "Friend Han, I've already discussed this with Qianqiu. Among the four of us, only you and I are at the late stage of cultivation. I believe we can single-handedly defeat the Beast King. Now, let the young lady Ye and the others remain here to draw the attention of these beasts, while we proceed in separate directions to locate and eliminate the Beast King. We'll set a time limit of three hours. Should this time pass, Friend Han, you should immediately return, and we'll devise another plan to break through the tide of beasts. However, I believe the Beast King cannot be too far away—otherwise, with the control of the battlefield weakened, these ordinary beasts would simply not be able to fight with such determination." "Very well. I just used my divine awareness to scan the eastern side. The presence of beasts there is quite strong—the Beast King may very well be hiding there. I'll head that way." The elder of the Long family naturally agreed without hesitation, then received a few instructions from Master Chong Hui before stepping forward with a steady, yet swift pace, heading westward toward the herd of beasts. As for the two late-stage Saint Spirits, Qianqiu's Saint Maiden and Bai Qi, they moved off in opposite directions—one to the south, the other to the north. Amid the wild cries of the rampaging beasts, the three figures vanished within moments, merging into the dark mass of the creature horde. The younger disciples, including the young lady in the feathered robe, who had slightly weaker cultivation levels, were left behind, their awareness momentarily suspended, forming a loose circle to resist the surging waves of beasts. Some of the beasts were severed in two before the azure light even reached them. This clearly indicated that, since韩立's cultivation had greatly advanced, not only had his spiritual power surged, but the might of the Qingzhu Fengyun Sword had also increased significantly. Yet within his heart, a subtle sense of anxiety had begun to grow. Along the way, he had encountered several mutated beasts, though their strength was no more than that of late-stage Fashen cultivators—far from being the kind of beast king capable of commanding such a large host. As the three hours approached, the number of beasts ahead remained unchanged, making him hesitate whether he should turn back and reunite with the others. Just as his thoughts were shifting, his expression suddenly brightened, and he glanced sharply toward the front of the beast horde. At the same moment, a series of intense bursts of sound suddenly echoed from afar. Then, the fierce beasts that had been charging directly toward韩立 suddenly emitted mournful cries, and without fail, changed direction, turning and fleeing back. At first, Han Li was startled, but after a brief narrowing of his eyes, he immediately urged the light of his flight. The azure sword cried out with a piercing roar, flashing a brilliant, sharp blue glow and shooting straight toward the opposing beasts. The魔兽 standing directly in front were instantly torn to pieces by the sweeping azure light, yet even so, the others continued to retreat without hesitation, moving backward in a steady, unbroken flow. Han Li adjusted the flow of the swordlight in his mind—though it still appeared as a cascade of azure hues, its power had significantly diminished. As a result, several of the beasts surged forward, darting toward the distant explosions. With his current speed and no beasts blocking his path, he naturally reached over a hundred li in mere moments. Yet at that very moment, Han Li suddenly halted his flight, his expression turning slightly concerned as he glanced forward. To his surprise, a large group of green-bodied beasts, cold and still, had suddenly appeared in the sky just a few li ahead of him, forming a solid barrier in front. These beasts were far taller than their kind, their coarse fur subtly shimmering with a deep emerald glow, and a faint, lingering tang of bloodiness radiating from them—so potent that they seemed almost lethally toxic. Upon seeing these transformed companions, the fleeing beasts hesitated not at all, swiftly splitting apart and weaving to either side, then retreating to the rear. At the apex of this great beast, a pale silver glow hovers steadily, with a gray incense candle partially burned at its core, slowly releasing plumes of misty smoke. These smoke tendrils spiral around the entire open space, gradually forming an almost imperceptible, faint circular boundary. Farther off, a group of green creatures, accompanied by dense ranks of ordinary beasts, encircle the plain tightly, blocking all access. Regardless of their kind, the beasts constantly emit fierce growls of rage, yet none dares advance into the vast, smoke-encircled circle—each one clearly intimidated by the very presence of the smoke.