The mother of the Shura Spider Clan saw this, and in her fury, laughed heartily, saying simply, "Excellent!" She suddenly clenched her hands, then instantly extended them. Instantly, sparkling points of light erupted, accompanied by a booming sound! A dense array of colorful light orbs materialized before her, instantly gaining a lifelike vitality and shooting forth toward the opposing figures, as if aiming to completely envelop both Xuan and Yuan in their glow. For a moment, the three engaged in a dynamic battle, each displaying their unique powers. Meanwhile, the four adult Shura Spiders standing on the stone city exchanged glances, whispered several words among themselves, then suddenly roared in unison, sitting cross-legged upon the city's ramparts, eyes closed, murmuring incantations. As the chants continued, one glowing orb, the size of a large basin, burst from the forehead of each of the four, rising into the air and coalescing into a magnificent, towering spider. This spider was even larger than the one summoned by the woman, though its body appeared slightly blurred, as though embodying a form of spiritual manifestation. As the colossal spider silhouette materialized, it immediately transformed into a green glow and surged straight toward the combat group. The four mature Shura Spiders, finally unable to contain themselves, readied to lend their support to their own matriarch. On the other side, Mo Jianli observed the scene and his expression darkened instantly. Though he made no visible movement, his form blurred and vanished silently in place. At that moment, a ripple surged before the spider silhouette, and a sharp, piercing sword aura burst forth, cutting directly toward it. The spider silhouette opened its massive maw and expelled a crystalline net, which instantly intercepted and absorbed the swordlight. However, once the green glow receded, the spider silhouette halted in midair. Then, a ripple formed ahead, and Mo Jianli appeared, holding a short sword, gazing at the spider silhouette before tossing the sword high into the air without a word. Instantly, a loud rushing sound echoed through the air! Layer upon layer of sword shadows materialized, forming a towering mountain of blades that surged directly toward the opposing side, pressing down with immense force. The four adult Vrāta spiders, manifesting as men and women atop the city wall, observed this and instantly altered their hand seals. The spectral spider form surged forward with sudden momentum, seemingly disregarding the piercing sword mountain and directly charging toward Mo Jianli. Upon seeing this, Mo Jianli was struck with alarm. The crystalline brick-like treasure hovering beside him merely shifted slightly and shot forward toward the front. Then, he raised an arm and pointed a finger with solemn weight toward the opposite side. The crystalline brick spun smoothly and suddenly emitted a brilliant blue glow, transforming into a circular Taiji light pattern that crashed directly into the opposing figure. As the finger point was just released, a faint black light flashed at the tip, and the space ahead dimmed abruptly, as if collapsing under the weight of an invisible force. "Boom!" The massive spider form extended its two front limbs forward, and a series of claw-like shadows materialized in mid-air, instantly cleaving the Taiji pattern into fragments upon contact with the cold light. Yet, at the very next instant, its immense body collided with the invisible force, and upon impact, its form halted, becoming momentarily immobile. A cold smile flashed across Mo Jianli's face, and suddenly he expelled a single character—"Bao." At once, the fragments of the Taiji pattern burst into brilliant flashes of light, shattering into scattered points of blue radiance. A strangely frigid force surged forth, coiling immediately from the center. The spider silhouette trembled slightly, and layer after layer of ice swiftly formed on its surface. Within a single blink, it was completely encased in a massive block of blue ice. Only then did Mo Jianli reveal his genuine delight. He drew back his pointed finger, then raised his hand and, with effortless motion, summoned a dark scroll, which he immediately hurled toward the ice-bound spider phantom. A deep, resonant boom echoed. As the dark scroll dispersed into the air, it spontaneously manifested a towering, black creature with a dragon's head and a wind-bodied form. With its massive maw agape, it lunged fiercely downward, its appearance terrifyingly fierce. Even before it fully descended, an overwhelming, soul-shattering aura pressed down upon the scene—far beyond the capacity of any ordinary Great Stage cultivator to withstand. Four adult Shura spiders, sensing the divine awareness, simultaneously changed their expressions and opened their eyes. At the same time, the ethereal image of a dragon-headed, phoenix-bodied creature flashed and plunged into the ice block. Yet in that instant, the spider image within the ice emitted a loud "pop," dispersing into scattered green lights, which then swiftly reformed and appeared entirely outside the ice block. The black creature's shadow darted through the ice, only to find itself completely empty—its body fading and dissolving into a strange roar. At this moment, the scattered green lights coalesced into a smooth, rotating sphere, then transformed into four radiant flames, which immediately shot toward the city's ramparts. After a brief waver, each flame merged into the bodies of the four adult Shura spiders, vanishing without a trace. The four spiders' bodies trembled, and their eyes flashed with brilliant light. Instantly, four long ribbons of light rose from the city's ramparts, spiraled upward, and then surged directly toward Mo Jianli. Mo Jianli's carefully delivered strike fell short, leaving him somewhat disheartened. Yet as soon as he saw the four mature Shurō Spiders charging directly at him in their full-bodied forms, his heart sank slightly—though he immediately roared a long, resonant cry, leaping into the air and transforming into a streak of white light that surged forward. As the wave of movement rippled out, a white tiger and a crimson fire phoenix also materialized, swiftly joining the white light and charging toward the four mature Shurō Spiders, engaging them instantly in combat. A continuous roar of thunder echoed through the sky. Though Mo Jianli was aided by two powerful spirit companions, he still found himself vastly outmatched against the four mature Shurō Spiders. Yet when the moment of imminent defeat arrived, Mo Jianli acted swiftly and nimbly, hurling out one or two mysterious scrolls, or unleashing powerful attacks, or transforming into spectral forms of strange, eerie beasts. With these maneuvers, he managed to hold his ground against the relentless assault of the four mature Shurō Spiders. The elder of the Yi surname slightly stirred, and with a gentle flash of luminous light from his sleeve, a golden copper coin suddenly appeared in his hand, poised to be silently cast forth. At that moment, however, a soft voice suddenly resonated in his ear: "Your opponent is myself. I would advise you not to divert your attention." As the words fell, an overwhelming surge of spiritual pressure descended from above—so intense that even the elder of the Yi surname felt a sudden chill, and without hesitation, he shifted his shoulders, vanishing instantly from the city's ramparts. In the next instant, waves of subtle fluctuations rippled through the vast expanse of space above the city, and the elder of the Yi surname materialized silently, gazing intently at his opponent, his eyes never blinking. Standing some one hundred and twenty paces away, Han Li stood with his hands behind his back, equally observing the elder, yet his expression remained calm and composed. "It seems your companions have planned thoroughly, having already selected your opponent. Yet, by choosing me, do you truly believe you can secure a decisive victory over me?" the elder of the Yi surname said, a flash of fierce determination gleaming in his eyes "Your statement is mistaken. It wasn't me who chose you—it was others who selected before, and now only you remain. As for whether you can secure a decisive victory, that can only be known after the trial itself." Han Li smiled slightly and spoke calmly. "Hmph. Very well. It seems you are exceptionally confident. Then let us settle this by strength alone." The elder named Yi frowned, his voice suddenly growing fierce. With that, he flicked his hand, and a jade-like ancient lamp appeared in his palm. He then snapped his finger toward it. The wick flickered, and instantly, a soft, pale purple flame began to shimmer faintly above the lamp. He waved his sleeve and uttered a single character—"Qi." At once, an indescribable wild, primal aura radiated out from the flame. The flame trembled, and successive illusions unfolded, revealing nine identical bronze lamps that flashed into being. After spiraling through the air, they settled into a triangular formation, slowly rotating in the space before them. The elder of the Yi surname gently pressed his hand, creating a handprint like a wheel turning. Instantly, nine distinct, color-varied spells shot toward the bronze lamp. A surge of purple light erupted! Nine lamp flames simultaneously drifted upward, swirling at the center before coalescing into a spherical mass of purple flame, the size of a human head. At that very moment, a clear, resonant call rang out, and a purple bird about a foot in size materialized within the glow. The bird was graceful and elegant, with long, purple feathers and bright, gem-like red eyes that shimmered like precious stones—indeed, a stunning purple peacock. As soon as the peacock appeared, it raised its head and emitted a clear, melodious cry, and instantly, a brilliant surge of purple light expanded across its body, swelling rapidly until it grew into a magnificent creature over thirty paces long. With a soft "pffft," the peacock's long feathers caught fire and flared, burning steadily. After a vigorous flutter of its wings, a vast purple fire cloud, stretching across an acre, rose into the sky. When Han Li first observed the jade-green lamp, a subtle sense of une The expression on Lan Li's face became increasingly strange, and he murmured softly, almost inaudibly. This purple peacock, both in the manner of its summoning and in the aura it emitted, bore a striking resemblance to the Lan Lan Sacred Bird he had encountered on the human realm, which had also been summoned by the ancient lamp. Of course, the difference in their power levels was immense. The Lan Lan Sacred Bird from that time had only approached the stage of near Divine Mastery, while this purple peacock radiated a formidable spiritual pressure close to that of a Grand Stage cultivator—something even Lan Li could hardly overlook. Lan Li's thoughts raced, yet he didn't pause to ponder further. At that moment, the elder named Yi, far off, opened his mouth again, a flash of spiritual light passing through, and then expelled a golden ancient mirror. With a simple hand motion, he swiftly produced a scroll of pale silver in his palm. Without hesitation, he simultaneously activated both of these treasures. The golden mirror spun smoothly above the elder's head, and instantly, countless golden shadows shimmered in the void behind him, materializing a dense array of identical golden mirrors—thousands in number. Meanwhile, the silver scroll, rising from his hands, "popped" open of its own accord with a soft burst, and countless silver characters surged forth, then coalesced into the shape of eighteen silver-clad soldiers, each expression impassive, their stances rigid as if forged from pure ice—some wielding swords, spears, or long bows, others arching silver arrows. As they moved, their presence radiated a cold, solemn aura.