Han Li gazed at the strange scene before him, a blue glow flashing in the depths of his pupils, clarifying the distant figures composed mainly of several silver beasts. To his astonishment, he saw a towering magian, broad-shouldered and imposing, and an elder magian whose cheeks bore blue magical patterns. Both were at the late Lingxu stage of cultivation! The towering magian now surged with swirling magical energy, his hands moving a massive black staff, emitting faint rumblings of wind and thunder. As the staff shimmered and flickered, waves of thunderous black energy surged forth, sweeping aside most of the silver beasts. Meanwhile, the elder magian, with triangular emerald eyes, held a dark, round bowl in his hands, from which continuous phantom forms of large, strange birds—each about a foot in size—spurred forth. These spectral forms instantly burst into shimmering gray light upon making contact with the silver beasts charging forward, forcing them back with considerable force. However, whether it was the black mist formed by the giant staff or the explosive attacks from the strange bird specters, clearly only managed to barely withstand the silver beasts, inflicting little damage. The beasts themselves seemed as resilient as ordinary法宝, and after being struck and rebounding, would promptly charge again without hesitation. Thus, when the two magical beings within the two mage clans eventually depleted their inner qi, that would surely mark their end. The corpse of the beast with five vibrant-colored horns beside it, judging by the lingering strong aura, must indeed be the royal beast he had been seeking. It had already been slain! Could it have been the work of those two mage clans? Despite their strong inner power, how could they have accomplished such a feat? Even though Han Li was highly perceptive and observed all this carefully, he still remained somewhat puzzled. Yet the Beast King had long since passed away, and these monstrous beasts had not yet fully dispersed—this was indeed unexpected. Han Li mentally pondered, now uncertain about what course of action to take next. The green-bearded beasts ahead seemed aware that Han Li was no ordinary foe; they stood firmly in opposition, refusing to charge recklessly as many ordinary beasts did. Thus, a temporary stalemate had been established between them and Han Li. While Han Li still hesitated, a Magian warrior far off, who had been besieged, suddenly shouted to his companions: "Old Wu, we can't delay any longer! The effects of the Summoning Incense are waning—we must leave immediately. I'll sacrifice my vital energy to hold these beasts off; you hurry and cast your spell to transport us." As soon as he finished speaking, the Magian roared with fierce energy, his breath becoming wildly turbulent. At the same time, the density of his rolling staff attacks increased dramatically—now several times more intense—successfully blocking the silver-bearded beasts that had been advancing toward Old Wu. "Well, the railway friends, take care," the elder mage replied without hesitation, flipping his palm and instantly vanishing the round bowl. In its place, a translucent, deep-black crystal stone appeared and was suddenly thrown forward, as he began muttering incantations. Clearly, both of them intended to rely on the power of the spell array to escape from the encircling herd. Yet, as the two demonic beings were about to achieve their planned success, an unexpected development occurred! A surge of ripples erupted above the spell array, and suddenly, a strange silver beast emerged, lowering its head and opening its mouth to emit a fleeting column of silvery light that struck the center of the array. A thunderous roar erupted! The black spell array flickered with unstable radiance before bursting into fragments, its turbulent waves sweeping outward in all directions. This sudden upheaval caused the two demonic beings, who had already advanced close to the array, to freeze in place—shocked and chilled as though plunged into an icy pool. Yet the silver beasts showed no hesitation; instead, they surged forward without pause, once again encircling the two. At the same moment, the large circular formation composed of faint green mist around the perimeter also dissolved in a soft sound, vanishing completely. The other wyverns, who had previously remained motionless, suddenly roared in unison, surging forward in a tidal wave toward the two magi. In an instant, cries of shock and outrage erupted from the beast crowd, accompanied by powerful bursts of explosive and thunderous sounds. Clearly, even in their dire straits, the two magi had rallied with determination, now pouring out their magical energy and vital essence without reservation. I will surely repay your great kindness later on. I am the only son of a senior elder from the Yuyu Clan. Should you save me, our clan will never forget your grace either. ... Just as Han Li had just activated the false magical orb, creating such a commotion, the two demonic beings immediately sensed his presence and instantly cried out as if clutching onto their last lifeline. Seeing this, Han Li smiled gently and, with a single glance at the green beasts blocking his path, took a decisive step forward. A moment later, a figure appeared clearly in the sky above the beasts. Instead of retreating, the green beasts now stood firm. With a long roar, their stiff fur on the backs trembled, releasing a dense stream of green light that surged directly toward the figure in the air. "Good! There's some substance!" Han Li chuckled lightly, then clenched his fists. Instantly, a layer of dark light shimmered on his back, quickly transforming into countless black fist-shaped projections that surged downward in a powerful barrage. Though the green streaks were numerous, they could not stand against the attacks manifesting as the Buddha-Saint's True Magic Power. Under the crushing force of those fist-like projections, they burst open mid-flight. Hundreds of green beasts were instantly crushed into pulp by the black fist shadows, while Han Li himself merely shifted slightly on his shoulder and vanished into the air, reappearing in a single flash. After executing his strange evasive technique, Han Li swiftly materialized directly above the Magian giant and the elder, then coldly swept his arms downward. At that moment, the two Magians were pressing their backs against each other, desperately channeling their magic and activating several enchanted items to fend off the relentless wave of beasts. The ordinary beasts posed little threat, as their magic had only minor effects; however, the green beasts and the original group of fifteen silver ones overwhelmed both defenders, leaving them with no strength to resist—seeming destined to be completely overwhelmed by the advancing horde. "I'll save you, but after that, could you do me one favor?" Han Li spoke calmly and composedly. "Certainly! As long as the elder saves us two, our lives are now yours." The magian giant, in this critical situation, immediately shouted eagerly without hesitation. In the meantime, a silver beast had already broken through his magical defenses, leaving several deep claw marks on his shoulders—so severe that bone was nearly exposed. The elderly mage likewise enthusiastically agreed without pause. Upon hearing this, Han Li chuckled softly. A thunderous sound echoed behind him, and suddenly, shimmering silvery-white feather wings materialized. With a gentle flap, countless dense clusters of silvery-white lightning spheres appeared. Yet, as Han Li raised his hand and chanted a spell, both he and the lightning spheres vanished into the void at the same time. Below, the two magical beings only heard a thunderous roar all around, countless silver arcs weaving and flashing through the void, instantly coalescing into a colossal, sky-spanning electrical grid that plunged downward with fierce determination. In an instant, electric arcs leapt and danced through the beasts, bursting in segments, forming clusters of thunder blossoms that immediately exploded and surged outward. The void beneath suddenly transformed into a vast sea of lightning. Yet astonishingly, the magister and the elder remained unharmed despite the overwhelming light and thunder—no electric arcs struck either of them, instead forming a dense, shimmering layer of electric screens that shielded them completely. As for the other creatures, most were instantly reduced to ashes. When the lightning finally subsided, while some high-tier beasts still survived, they were entirely scorched, with only a fraction—perhaps one or two tenths—of their original form remaining. These remaining beasts, after suffering such powerful lightning strikes, could no longer muster the courage to attack, and instead whimpered, turning and fleeing outward. "Senior, quickly eliminate those silver-necked beasts! As long as we eradicate all these high-tier beasts, the current wave of creatures will immediately collapse, and for over a hundred years, no new beast kings will emerge among the herd." The magian, witnessing this scene, was naturally overjoyed, yet suddenly recalled something, and hurriedly shouted respectfully to Han Li. "Silver-necked beasts?" Upon hearing this, Han Li narrowed his eyes, then used his divine awareness to focus on the十余 silver beasts that had already fled over a hundred paces away, now showing signs of wounded scales. The beasts the magian referred to were precisely these striking high-tier creatures. Each of these silver beasts possessed the strength of a preliminary True Immortality stage, and had survived the lightning strike just now. To eliminate them all would indeed require a second round of action. With only a slight thought, Han Li raised his hand and performed a single gesture, then launched his attack once more. With a soft "pffft," a flash of golden light revealed a golden form with three heads and six arms. As soon as this form appeared, it swelled several times, rising to over ten zhang in height, then all six golden eyes opened simultaneously.