Since the moment the array center was formed, Han Li and his two companions had no longer stayed in the cloud-based structures to avoid potential attacks by higher-ranked magical beings. Instead, they all settled in meditation posture beneath the towering giant tree. As the array center was established upon this backup holy tree, it would remain secure as long as the tree remained intact. The thousands of guards from various clans who had accompanied them were evenly distributed across several nearby mountain peaks, effectively surrounding and protecting the valley where the array center was located. As for the Crab Immortal, Han Li had consistently kept him concealed within one of the buildings inside the massive cloud cluster. With the golden crab's cultivation level, it was a simple matter to mimic the aura of a mid-level human cultivator. Aside from the presence of a Great Transcendence stage cultivator, ordinary cultivators would never notice his true rank. Thus, although Grass Ji and Fei Xiao Xi had seen the Crab Immortal several times near Han Li, they had never taken any special notice of him, instead treating him merely as one of Han Li's attendants. Since the grand array took shape, daily reports have continuously poured in regarding the fierce battles between the allied forces and the demonic armies. Although Han Li and his companions remained stationed at the array's core, they were able to keep abreast of developments on the front lines. According to the latest intelligence, the allied forces and the demonic armies engaged in a series of seven intense clashes along the border, each sustaining losses of nearly one-fifth of their strength before the allies began their steady, undetected retreat. This time, the demonic side fielded three of the Three Sage Ancestors in their true forms, over twenty Sage Ancestors in their incarnate forms, and hundreds of beings at the Magistrate level or above, firmly outmatching the allied forces in terms of high-level power. Moreover, the allied forces had already deployed countless deceptive strategies beforehand, so their strategic withdrawal went unnoticed by the demons. Upon observing the allies begin to show signs of weakening, the demons immediately launched a vigorous counteroffensive. The allied forces also showed no signs of being on the retreat; instead, they fought their way back, continuously organizing fresh troops and engaging in relentless daily skirmishes with the beloved magical army, gradually drawing the battlefield closer to the Wood Realm's grand formation. As time passed, the frequency of messages increased from once a day to twice, then three times a day. The magical army was now steadily approaching the ultimate formation established by the entire Wood Clan. The interim senior elder of the Wood Clan focused intently on everything displayed on the light screen. On the screen, countless dense clusters of light points were scattered throughout, mostly in two colors—green and purple. These points occasionally interwove and blended, then swiftly separated, as if marching and fighting, constantly shifting and changing. Regardless of their movements, the green and purple points gradually retreated together in a steady manner toward a single direction, eventually settling into a large, distinct pattern, where they simultaneously vanished in a flash. As members of the distant branch of the Wood Spirit lineage, we have naturally pledged to give our very last strength. Yet under the current conditions, our calculations are merely provisional—should either the evolving circumstances or the movements of the Demon Army change at any point, the results would immediately shift. "One of the elder Wood Spirits lightly cleared his throat and replied. "I fully understand the situation, and thus the coming days will be of utmost importance. I shall be most grateful if the Eight Elders could perform their calculations daily, to ensure the grand battle's direction remains within our grasp." The acting Grand Elder bowed both hands, his expression solemn. "Though we eight possess certain talents in divination and are able to predict and forecast various events on a regular basis, this great conflict involves countless powerful entities, and there are simply too many unforeseen factors beyond our scope. We can only do our best, and the results we provide shall serve merely as a reference for the Council." The elder who had spoken shook his head. "On this point, I have a good grasp, yet with the assistance of eight of my esteemed colleagues, I feel my heart finally settle a little," replied the interim Senior Elder with a wry smile. Although it was impossible to truly predict the outcome of a battle involving hundreds of thousands of people through direct divination, it was entirely feasible to use some calculated insights to project the course of the conflict and make reasonably accurate judgments in advance. These eight elder sages of the Wood Clan were the most renowned among the Wood Clan's diviners, officially recognized by the Council as the "Eight Wood Spirits," and had earned countless merits for the clan over the years. Due to their extensive use of divinatory practices, which had greatly consumed their lifespans, they now appeared notably aged and weathered. Precisely because of this, the Wood Clan had previously kept these eight figures in reserve during its conflicts with the Shadow Clan, rarely deploying them. Yet this move had inadvertently ensnared the original senior elder of the Wood Clan, who fell into a trap set by the Magic Clan, sustaining serious injuries and losing half of the clan's territories. Therefore, in this decisive battle that directly concerned the survival of the Wood Clan, the council of elders could no longer afford to delay, and summoned the Wood Spirit Eight again to assess battlefield conditions and prevent any further unforeseen developments. After the Wood Spirit Eight swiftly descended from the platform, several other senior elders of the Wood Clan surged forward, surrounding the interim senior elder and beginning a serious discussion on matters of great importance. On a hillsome dozen li away, there stood a colossal black sword, over a hundred zhang in length, firmly inverted into the mountain peak. Upon the hilt of the sword, a gaunt magical being clad in a deep green cloak was raising a series of icy sword energies with both hands. Each energy wave stretched dozens of zhang in length, weaving through the surrounding void and sweeping away every silver electric arrow that came their way. The spectral forms of the two colossal wolves engaged in a close, fierce struggle, clearly displaying extraordinary intensity. Regardless of the immense wounds inflicted upon their massive bodies, as long as their surface glimmers and shifts with light, they swiftly restored themselves to their original state. The violent clash extended over such a vast area that nearly leveled every mountain and forest within a hundred miles. Inside the mountain's core of a nearby small hill, Old Master Ao Xiao sat in a temporary spell array, hands forming gestures, eyes closed, his body radiating a faint silver glow. At a marsh thousands of feet deep, far beyond a thousand miles, Yuan Sha remained motionless, seated within a newly created chamber, the surroundings dark and still, save for a series of purple-black magical patterns rising from his body, which pulsed gently. … In a mysterious realm, two immense beings stood facing each other, separated by several miles. A figure standing ten zhang tall, with exceptionally crimson skin, a pair of dark, curved horns atop his head, and a pair of crimson fleshy wings spreading from his back, his golden-hued pupils fixed coldly upon the other. Facing him was a wild, giant-like being with black skin, adorned throughout his body with intricate silver and gold magical patterns. Though his upper body was clad in garments, his waist and below were bare—save for a single leather skirt—revealing nothing else. This giant gripped his fists, his massive eyes, like those of oxen, fixed intently on his opponent. Though neither moved in the void, both radiated an overwhelming presence. Between them, in the empty space, two blood-red creatures, resembling a blend of wolves and apes, were engaged in fierce combat with three golden giant tigers. One surged with surging vitality, shifting and changing like a ghost within the aura of the beasts, while the other roared with thunderous intensity, launching golden claw beams in a relentless downpour—making it difficult to determine who held the upper hand at first. Clearly, as the allied forces had planned, the three primordial bodies of the demonic race, now present, were all being firmly held back by Mo Jianli and the other three great cultivators. Under mutual apprehension, none of them could spare a force to assist their respective armies. Meanwhile, millions of demonic troops were being gradually drawn toward the direction of the Wood Realm's grand formation by the allied forces. Once these demonic armies, without the presence of their holy ancestors, fell into the array's restrictions, and with the super-powered formation fully activated, the casualties among the demons would inevitably be devastating—seeming to unfold entirely in favor of the allied forces. Yet, at nearly the same moment, a large demonic force composed of over a thousand flying war chariots was swiftly moving along the battlefield's edge, silently and rapidly retreating toward the allied rear. These chariots were triangular in shape, uniformly gray and white, bearing strange, mist-like magical patterns etched across their surfaces. The nearly ten thousand demonic soldiers aboard wore unified robes, their faces covered, with only their cold, blood-red eyes visible. More strangely, so many of the magical beings remained motionless, standing quietly within the flying chariots. Without a single sound, the entire column advanced silently, as if moving like ghosts.