"Rest assured, I've already arranged everything—thousands of ghost troops have infiltrated their designated positions. Unfortunately, the other side is also operating on a primary interface that cannot be converted. Otherwise, we could have entered their realm directly through their interface and launched a counter-invasion. With the current situation, resolving matters through the Stronger-Than-Strong combat method is quite satisfactory. After all, beyond this small world, there's essentially no significant interest conflict between us and them." The shortest figure, surprisingly, replied in a high-pitched, infant-like tone. "Through the soul-extraction process we've conducted on our captured prisoners, we've learned that the other side appears to be situated within a fully enclosed cluster of smaller interfaces, having severed all contact with the Immortal Realm. Had it not been for this small world experiencing a sudden tremor that, by sheer coincidence, established a connection between the two primary interfaces, we would have had no means of reaching them at all." That's precisely why the other party's cultivation system has remained largely unchanged since ancient times, and still retains some techniques and practices that are rare among other interface groups today—this is also one of the reasons Master Yingxiong sent us all five out at once. On one hand, he hopes we can outperform them and secure dominance over this small world; on the other, he wishes we can gain insights from our battles against opponents who differ from our previous adversaries. Have you not noticed that among the ten of us, all five of us have been stuck in our cultivation bottlenecks for years, with little progress in our strength? The shadow with a沉 voice spoke calmly. "That makes perfect sense. Master Yingxiong truly has thought of everything. Hehe, an ancient cultivation system—rare indeed. I hope they don't let me down." Upon hearing this, the tall shadow brightened noticeably. "Very well. Since there are no further questions, that concludes today's proceedings. Everyone return to rest. Tomorrow, we will begin sending representatives to meet with the other side and set up the agreed-upon seals at the duel site." The solemn voice of the shadow made the final decision. The other shadows naturally nodded in agreement. One day later, when Han Li stepped out of his resting place and arrived at the main hall of the temporary fortress, he finally met the renowned top-tier master famed across the Blood Sky Continent—Xuesha. The man appeared ordinary, a middle-aged man dressed in gray robes, with a translucent crimson sash tied around his head and a few short whiskers on his chin. However, as Han Li glanced at him, he immediately sensed an overwhelming, terrifying aura of blood vitality emanating from within the man, which caused Han Li to feel a quiet sense of awe. Without having the chance to exchange words with this newly arrived master, Han Li followed the call of Bi Ying and stepped out of the hall, directly entering a towering island floating in the sky. Instantly, the massive artifact carried them forward. Not long afterward, the island reached an altitude only十余 miles from the five mountain peaks, where it came to a sudden halt. Then, Han Li and the others briefly shifted their forms and materialized on the island, silently turning their gaze toward the opposite side. Suddenly, within the black mist on the other side of the dividing line, a deep rumbling echoed, and a colossal bone mountain surged forth, then after a few flashes, came to a halt near the mountain peak. A soft "pffft" sound followed, as a surge of black mist erupted from the top of the bone mountain, within which several figures of varying heights and statures flickered and moved subtly. Bi Ying's eyes narrowed, she lifted her head to gaze at the sky, then settled back into a gloomy expression, remaining silent. Han Li and the others naturally kept scanning the black mist on the opposite side, yet none of them showed any unusual reaction. They waited for a full meal's time, and then the once bright, high-hanging white sun suddenly dimmed by one-third. At that moment, the soldiers and ghostly beings who had been stationed near the mountain peak, all suddenly broke their mutual agreement and scattered in a rush, each swiftly retreating toward their own side. Only then did Bi Ying's expression shift, and she bowed to the others, saying: "Everyone, the time has come." "Regardless of the outcome, I promise you my reward will not be diminished in the slightest." "With Brother Bi's words, that's all I need." Blood-slash smiled faintly, then with a slight shift of his shoulders, surged ahead as a streak of crimson light, racing toward a distant mountain peak. "The item I've been seeking, you've also prepared?" "Brother Lei, rest assured—both the item and its location have been found. I'm merely awaiting your arrival to retrieve it." Upon hearing Bi's direct assurance, the silver-armored man named Lei burst into laughter. With a thunderous sound beneath his feet, a cloud of lightning materialized mid-air, lifting and carrying him into a graceful arc. The young woman, Wen Xin Feng, gracefully tossed her small creature into the air and rolled to the ground, transforming into a large silver ferret with flesh wings sprouting from its back. With only a gentle flutter of its wings, the creature surged forward as a beam of silver light. Suddenly executing a wide spiral, it carried Wen Xin Feng aloft, and they sped off together toward the distance. Han Li smiled slightly, then bowed slightly to the figure beside him before taking a steady step forward. For a moment, he seemed to hesitate, then suddenly vanished from his spot—only to reappear a hundred paces away moments later. With a few more strides, he reached the sky above the second mountain on the left. Seeing that everyone else had departed, while the central giant peak remained deliberately assigned to herself, the figure with the jade-like silhouette chuckled lightly, a touch of self-awareness in her expression. With a quick motion of her sleeves, she leapt forward and surged like a great bird, gliding swiftly toward the distant peak. Almost at the same time that Han Li and his five companions began their movement, a thunderous roar erupted within the black mist on the opposite island, splitting into five distinct masses that surged upward, rolling toward the five mountain peaks. As Han Li's feet settled firmly on the solid ground of the mountain's summit, a cluster of black mist roared down from the sky, plummeting swiftly. A loud "thud" echoed through the air. The entire mountain trembled slightly, and suddenly, a remarkably towering black silhouette emerged within a vast, deep depression on the opposite side, rising amidst swirling black mist. Han Li narrowed his eyes, studying the figure from head to toe, and felt a subtle stir within him. If your true prowess is indeed as grand as your tone suggests, I’d be quite eager to see you demonstrate it.” Han Li yawned, appearing utterly indifferent. At that moment, a hum began to rise all around the mountain peak, and simultaneously, hundreds of light beams surged upward from the stone and soil, forming two concentric circles. After a brief wavering, they solidified into two immense, vibrant five-colored light screens that completely enveloped the entire mountain. Han Li glanced around, only to find that his divine awareness was immediately reflected back when it touched the screens—separating him completely from the outside world, so that he could no longer perceive even the slightest movements of the neighboring peaks. It seemed these two seals were designed to ensure both parties remained focused on their own combat, thus avoiding early disruption from other battle groups. As Han Li pondered this, the tall black figure on the opposite side lifted his head and glanced at the luminous screens above—then suddenly roared low. At once, an immense aura surged forth from his body, solidifying into a tangible, black and misty hurricane that rose skyward. When this hurricane flashed and then suddenly tore apart in the middle, the fierce, towering silhouette of the creature was finally fully revealed. To his astonishment, it was a colossal ghost-being, standing two zhang tall with the head of a bull and the body of a human. Its skin was pale gray, clad in a dark, strangely shaped armor covered with countless sharp spines several inches long. It held a blood-red wolf's spear forged from an unknown material in one hand, while a bright yellow copper ring embedded in its nose glowed with a fierce, watchful gaze directed at Han Li. The Yin King roared with laughter, suddenly spinning his blood-red weapon in a swift arc, then delivering several lightning-fast strikes toward the empty space across from him. A thunderous roar erupted instantly above Han Li. As the wave of energy rippled outward, several phantom images of massive wolf-battle-staves materialized in mid-air and plunged downward simultaneously. Before they truly reached the ground, the immense force carried by these staves surged outward like a gale, sweeping everything aside. Han Li did not even lift his head. With a mere slight movement of his arm, a golden fist emerged from his sleeve, seemingly casually, and he swung it out with a simple motion. Instantly, a golden fist-shaped aura rose into the sky and collided powerfully with the descending force. A tremendous, earth-shaking crash followed. As the white gusts of air and golden light intertwined, the phantom staves and the golden fist aura both vanished in a sudden flash. "Hm," the Yin King said, his eyes, which had previously held a hint of disdain, now narrowing slightly. Though his attack had barely drawn upon a single fraction of his true strength, the way his opponent had handled it suggested that the punch had likewise been delivered with only modest effort. This slightly surprised the Fūng King, renowned for his fierce and aggressive style in the Underworld. Yet Han Li, facing him, did not wait for him to ponder further. With a single hand gesture, he swept the air, and a flash of emerald light revealed a long, jade-green sword materializing mid-air. As he flicked his wrist, a series of sharp "shush-shush" sounds erupted, and countless strands of green silk burst forth from where he stood, rushing out in all directions to surge toward his opponent.