After Han Li and Lu Long Tianjun settled into a triangular formation, hovering motionless above the lava lake, their divine consciousness subtly swept downward into the molten rock. They sensed an eerie wave of disturbances层层 blocking the way, and upon penetrating only a hundred and twenty zhang into the lava, their consciousness could no longer advance further. This was due to Han Li's superior divine awareness, surpassing that of Lu Long Tianjun and the others; if these magi-chiefs had used their own divine senses, reaching thirty or forty zhang would have been considered excellent. Over that hundred and twenty zhang distance, Han Li could only discern a vast, still black silhouette lurking deeper within the lake, but the wave of disturbances prevented a clear view—making it uncertain whether this figure was indeed their intended target, the late-stage demonic beast they had come to seek. Though the massive silhouette remained motionless like a lifeless entity, Han Li remained highly vigilant, coldly observing its every movement. Meanwhile, during the time when Bai Yunxin and the others were setting up the magical arrays, the two elder ancestors of the Bai family were far from idle. The middle-aged man, without knowing when, raised the ancient, rhombus-shaped mirror into the air, then shook it, causing it to shatter into hundreds of fragmented mirror images that scattered across the sky above the lava lake, gently pulsing with a dark magical glow. His lips moved silently, his face serious—clearly, under the suppression of half his magical power, performing this spell was far from easy. The six Liangxu disciples of the Bai family thus concealed themselves within the black mist, silently manipulating the entire spell array. "Master Luandong, the array is now ready. You take the lead and compel this beast to emerge from the molten rock," the bearded man transmitted to Luandong Tianjun. Upon hearing this, Luandong Tianjun's plump face tightened with fierce determination. He roared aloud, pointing his finger at the blue void. Instantly, the basin trembled, expanded in size, and transformed into a full blue moon. A clear resonant sound echoed within, followed by a surge of a blue light pillar of bowl-thickness erupting forcefully into the molten rock below. The pillar, like a massive mace, surged through the molten lake, stirring violently. In an instant, the entire crimson lake surface erupted with rising flames, waves of molten rock surging upward in layers. At the very next moment, a furious roar erupted from within the molten rock. As the molten rock parted on either side, a green vapor surged forth and, upon contact with the blue light pillar, pushed it resolutely out of the lake surface. Master Luan observed the scene and immediately let out a cold laugh, releasing a powerful surge of energy from his body. With ten short, thick fingers, he rapidly struck the blue circular basin, sending a series of ten black streaks that vanished instantly. The clear tone of the moon rose sharply, countless white, misty characters appearing on its surface. The blue light emitted surged to nearly twice its previous size, intensifying dramatically and pressing down with overwhelming force from the sky. The green gas rising from the molten rock was caught off guard and instantly extinguished. The blue light column then unceremoniously plunged deep into the heart of the molten lake. But at that very moment, the entire cavern suddenly shook violently. The lava lake's flames surged upward, transforming into a vast, crimson wave of fire that rolled powerfully toward Lan Long Tianjun, encompassing not only him but also Han Li and Han Qi Zi, who were nearby. Han Li's eyes flashed, yet his face remained calm. With a subtle turn of his feet, his five-colored lotus blossoms spun slightly, forming a shimmering, strangely cold five-colored aura that effortlessly repelled the flames. Han Qi Zi, too, remained motionless. The twelve swirling clusters of cold light around him suddenly expanded, instantly solidifying into a protective layer of cold radiance. In contrast, Lan Long Tianjun, who had initially launched the attack, suddenly let out a startled, angry cry as he was violently hurled backward by an unseen, immense force. His body struck the towering stone wall on one side of the lava lake with great force, sinking several feet into it, sending a shower of splintered stones flying outward. And at the very spot where Luon Long Tianjun had previously been standing, a massive claw, wrapped in emerald flame, suddenly materialized and sent Luon Long Tianjun flying with a single strike. Though his body was deeply embedded in the stone wall and most of his garments had been torn to shreds, a dark battle armor emerged on his form, absorbing and deflecting the brunt of the powerful blow—leaving him only slightly wounded, though rather disheveled. Even so, the unusually plump demon king's face turned vividly crimson with anger. As a surge of fierce aura surged across his countenance, merely a slight struggle with his arms caused the surrounding stone walls to crack and crumble, instantly freeing him. Immediately thereafter, he growled in frustration, raised one hand toward the void, and with a flash of yellow light, a long, strange blade resembling a three-point, two-edge spear appeared in his grasp. Then, as his body swelled with dark mist by half, he swiftly brought both hands together to grasp the blade's handle and launched a lightning-fast strike toward the massive emerald-flame claw. A yellow blade streaked forth, and in a single flash, spanned dozens of feet across, reaching the beast's claw and then sweeping it sharply aside. Though the claw appeared massive, it proved remarkably agile—flickering momentarily, it vanished into the void with a sudden blur. The yellow blade swept past, narrowly missing its mark. Even more striking, the molten lake beneath surged with waves, and a colossal creature, wrapped in green magical flames, surged upward from the depths, towering over twenty feet in height, its deep, low roar resembling that of a bull. Han Li and Han Qi's son, nearly at the same time, swiftly stepped back to the side. However, one of them clenched and then spread out his hands, sending out countless shimmering gray filaments; while two of the twelve swirling clumps of cold light beside the other suddenly burst into a deep resonance, crashing directly onto the monster's head with a heavy thud. As they shot forward, they immediately formed concentric rings of white ice, appearing as if imbued with an extraordinary chill. Yet the creature, dwelling within the green flame, merely shook its massive head, and the green flames instantly transformed into cascading layers of green fire curtains. Whether it was Han Li's gray filaments or the white ice rings, upon contact, they seemed to be effortlessly neutralized and dissolved. Han Li, witnessing this, felt a subtle sense of alarm. After all, his Yuanmagnetic Divine Light was known to counteract the Five Elements—yet it was so easily neutralized by this green magical flame, a development far beyond his expectations. However, the two orbs of cold light released by Han Qi Zi seemed to possess a peculiar and mysterious power. When engulfed by the green flame, they suddenly burst forth with a brilliant white glow, piercing through the flame and striking directly at the core of the monstrous creature. Yet the beast only emitted a low hum, then suddenly expelled two streams of black vapor. Upon collision with the cold light, these black vapors instantly restored the orbs into two crystalline banners, which plummeted straight downward. Han Qi Zi's eyes flashed with surprise, but immediately extended both hands toward the empty space below. The two banners that had fallen trembled, then transformed into beams of white light, rushing back toward him and vanishing into his body with a swift flash. At this moment, the monstrous creature within the green flame roared suddenly, and the temperature throughout the cavern surged several times over. Countless bright red fire balls appeared densely around its body, poised to launch an attack upon the group. Yet at this very moment, the tall yellow-haired man and the purple-haired woman stationed higher up stepped forward without hesitation. In the vast hall, the man murmured continuously, his hand sweeping across the scattered ancient mirror shadows—just a single point of contact—and instantly, with a thunderous crack, all the shadows simultaneously erupted into streaks of black lightning. Interweaving and flashing, they coalesced into a dense, flowing network of black lightning that plunged downward. Though both were no more than magical essences manifesting into form, the areas they passed through resonated with continuous roars and snarls, as though two fierce, monstrous beasts were engaged in relentless combat. As for that strange layer of black lightning net, once the beasts exerted their power, the crimson fire orbs that emerged from the void instantly surged forth in a torrential rain, blasting through the air. Amidst countless bursts of red light, the net was lifted and suspended in mid-air, refusing to descend even an inch. Indeed, this beast—no less a late-stage Magus Sovereign—had managed to hold its own against several Magus Sovereigns, including the great Han, without showing any sign of being outmatched. Yet, during this brief pause, Lu Lan Tianjun shifted slightly and, in an instant, appeared blurred and hovering above the beast, his expression stern. Suddenly, he raised one hand and lightly tapped his abdomen. A low hum resonated, and then, from within, a precious object erupted—only a few inches in size, resembling a small drum, entirely blood-red, with countless layers of strange, snowflake-like runes engraved upon its surface. Master Luan lightly tapped the drum with one hand, making no sound at all; yet instantly, strong gusts of cold wind roared through the sky nearby, and fresh crimson snowflakes swiftly condensed, falling in thick, dense sheets all the way down to the ground.