Just as the ghostly creatures approached within a hundred zhang of the group, a clear dragon's roar suddenly resounded, and a layer of azure light abruptly shone from the five of them, expanding outwards.

Azure light flowed over the light curtain, and azure dragon phantoms writhed and twisted, flowing from the surface of the light curtain, radiating auspicious and precious light, soaring into the sky, piercing through the dark clouds.

Those gloomy ghostly creatures collided with the azure light curtain, immediately emitting heart-rending screams.

The azure light on the light curtain flickered frequently, and the ghosts that collided with it instantly melted away like snow meeting the scorching sun, emitting "hissing" sounds and plumes of black smoke.

However, these imprisoned ghosts had not tasted living flesh for who knows how many years. Each and every one of them had long been driven mad, surging forward without regard for life or death, piling on layer after layer even as they were constantly being dissolved.

Han Li's gaze swept around, seeing the dense mass of Yin fiend ghosts constantly attacking, but his expression remained unchanged.

"What are you doing? If you don't contribute, don't expect us to help you!" Jin Liu shouted angrily.

Han Li ignored Jin Liu's words, standing upright in the center of the group, neither helping to support the formation nor joining the fray, but gazing solemnly at the gloomy sky above, lost in thought.

In the high sky, the disciples of the Heavenly Water Sect were already engaged in a fierce battle with the ten crimson-robed ghost generals.

These ghost generals were different from the countless Yin fiend ghosts below. Each of them possessed astonishing cultivation, most of them being powerful Ghost Immortals comparable to Golden Immortal peaks. Their Gong Fa was secretive and treacherous, and their methods were endless.

The one who looked like a scholar possessed the highest cultivation, comparable to a mid-stage Grand Luo cultivator. His scarlet official robe was the most bizarre, with wide sleeves open, seemingly containing thousands of miles of space.

With a sweep of his left sleeve, a vast expanse of dark light surged out, enveloping Su Qianxi from above.

The latter already held an Eight Treasures Water Fan covered in blue light. As she fanned it left and right, streams of light surged from the fan's surface, tearing open a huge rift across the sky.

At the same time, a verdant, winding Nine Bend River painted on the Eight Treasures Water Fan suddenly flashed with light and disappeared.

"Rumble..."

Only the sound of rushing water could be heard from the rift in space. A thousand-mile-long river, like a collapsed dam, surged out, rushing towards the scholar in the sky.

A mocking smile appeared on the scholar's face, and the dark light in his sleeves intensified, forming a huge black vortex that devoured the continuously pouring river water.

The water of the Nine Bend River seemed to come from the heavens, flowing endlessly as if inexhaustible, while the scholar's wide sleeves were like a bottomless abyss, continuously taking in the river water without limit.

After the river water was drawn into his left sleeve, a loud "boom" echoed. With a shake of his right sleeve, the rolling river water surged out again, rushing back towards Su Qianxi.

However, the river water that poured out from this sleeve was turbid, filled with floating corpses and filthy blood.

Su Qianxi's expression changed upon seeing this. She turned the Eight Treasures Water Fan in her hand, and a flash of light caused the river water to stop pouring out of the spatial rift in mid-air. Instead, it absorbed the river water that the scholar had sent back, devouring it again.

After a moment, the river water stopped flowing, and the rift closed on its own, disappearing.

On the Eight Treasures Water Fan in Su Qianxi's hand, the blue light converged, and a river pattern reappeared, but the river water was no longer as clear and verdant as before, becoming turbid and unbearable.

At the same time, wisps of black mist lingered on the fan's surface, and the Yin fiend Qi was difficult to dissipate for a long time.

Su Qianxi's expression changed slightly upon seeing this. She shook the water fan in her hand, and wisps of cold air overflowed from the fan's surface. The river was also covered in white light, as if it had suddenly snowed and been frozen.

"Your magic treasure is not bad. This Yama will take it. It would be even better to throw ten thousand Yin souls into that great river in the future and refine it into the River Styx. As for you, little girl, hehe, this Yama is still short of a concubine..." the scholar cackled evilly.

Su Qianxi's eyes narrowed upon hearing this, and her killing intent was fierce. With another shake of her hand, a wave of water flowed out from her palm, condensing into a clear and bright blue longsword.

"Since you like my treasure fan so much, I will grant your wish and suppress you under the ice mountain in the fan, so you will never be able to turn over." She shouted sternly, her figure shooting up and engaging the scholar in close combat.

The scholar laughed wildly upon seeing this, rolled up his sleeves, and met her head-on. The two immediately engaged in a fierce battle.

On the other side, Jin Liu wielded a double-dragon spear, fighting fiercely with two crimson-robed ghost generals.

One of them had a human body and an ox head, wielding a scarlet soul-summoning banner. The banner was not unfurled, but wrapped around a wooden pole. When swung, it stirred up a strong Yin wind. If one was accidentally touched by it, one would feel one's soul unstable, with wisps of soul power being drawn out of the body.

The other was also a human body, but with an ugly horse face, holding a string of black chains. Unknown Yin inscriptions were engraved on them, and balls of ghostly green flames rose from the interlocking points. The Yin fiend Qi inside was extremely dense. Even without contact, simply being scorched by it would cause the flesh to rot, making it extremely difficult to remove.

The two ghost generals were both in the early stage of Grand Luo, one responsible for long-range control and the other proficient in close combat, making them extremely difficult to deal with. Even Jin Liu found it difficult to cope, and could only barely suppress them, unable to attend to other matters.

Being in these three layers of space was like falling into the spirit domain of these Yin fiend ghosts, naturally suppressed. Jin Liu and Su Qianxi were not coping easily, not to mention the others from the Heavenly Water Sect.

Han Li was in the Azure Dragon Mixed Origin Formation, his expression somewhat hesitant.

Although the course of the battle was still unclear, he knew that once it became prolonged, it would inevitably be a result of the waxing and waning of power, and the situation would only become increasingly unfavorable for them.

Moreover, from the moment he entered here, he had noticed that there seemed to be a pair of eyes watching their every move from the dark clouds in the sky.

Although the ten crimson-robed ghost generals claimed to be the Ten Yama Kings, they were not the most powerful beings in this space. The truly terrifying fellow was hiding in the dark clouds for some unknown purpose, and had not yet shown himself.

Since he didn't take action, Han Li didn't plan to take action first, but cautiously guarded and watched for changes.

But at this moment, rumbling sounds suddenly came from the Heavenly King Hall at the mountain gate, causing the entire earth to tremble violently.

Han Li concentrated his gaze in that direction, and saw that the entire roof of the Heavenly King Hall had been blown open. The two huge Heavenly King statues inside had actually come to life, tearing open the surrounding walls and striding towards them.

"Boom," "Boom," "Boom."

The two dilapidated Heavenly King statues strode towards them, carrying two head statues in their hands, which they threw like sandbags.

Two whooshing sounds of air being torn apart rang out!

Two blood-red head statues flew like siege boulders, heavily smashing into the Azure Dragon Mixed Origin Formation.

A vast and mighty force like Mount Tai pressing down suddenly struck, causing the azure light of the formation to tremble violently, almost collapsing.

The people maintaining the formation suddenly felt a heavy pressure and spat out a mouthful of blood.

With their injuries, the formation they were maintaining immediately became unstable. The azure dragon phantoms swimming on it became increasingly illusory, and the surrounding Yin fiend ghosts rushed up even more frantically.

In an instant, black smoke billowed over the Azure Dragon Mixed Origin Formation, countless Yin fiend ghosts dissolved, and the azure light on the formation began to gradually dissipate, and it seemed that it could not hold on any longer.

Han Li watched as the two Heavenly King statues approached, stepping on Yin fiend ghosts, the Vajra Pestle in his hand raised high, as if he was about to throw this object as well.

If the Azure Dragon Mixed Origin Formation suffered another blow, not only would the formation be unable to be maintained, but the people who activated the formation would probably suffer a backlash from the formation and die or be injured.

"Forget it, since you won't take action, then I will force you to take action." Han Li sighed secretly, raised his arm, and waved his palm violently.

Only a sound of breaking through the air was heard. Eighteen azure streamers suddenly flashed in the void. After flying out of the azure light curtain, they fell like rain and scattered around the light curtain.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng..."

Accompanied by sharp sounds, eighteen Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords fell to the ground one after another, nailed into the ground along the edge of the Azure Dragon Mixed Origin Formation, surrounding the entire formation and the people in it.

"This is..." Valley Master Fu's eyes flashed with surprise upon seeing this, and he turned to look at Han Li.

As for the others, they were even more puzzled when they saw that the flying swords had stopped moving after landing.

Those Yin fiend ghosts completely ignored these and continued to attack the formation. Soon, they submerged all the Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords. The spiritual power of the entire formation seemed to have been exhausted. Although it could still block the gathering of ghosts, it could not kill them like before.

The dense mass of Yin fiend ghosts climbed higher and higher, eventually submerging the entire azure light curtain.

Seeing this, the two Heavenly King statues stopped their actions and no longer threw the Vajra Pestles.

"They're finished..." Su Qianxi glanced at this scene, her expression changed slightly, and she sighed.

"Don't worry about them, let's concentrate on dealing with what's in front of us..." Jin Liu said with a solemn expression.

Before he could finish speaking, a sudden change occurred on the square!

"Rumble..."

Only a thunderous sound was heard, and eighteen golden thunder pillars as thick as corridors rose from the ground, soaring straight into the sky.

In a flash of dazzling golden light, lightning intertwined with thick electric threads surged out like a tide, sweeping in all directions. The entire square was instantly dyed golden, dazzling and blinding.

"Chila" sounds rang out!

Accompanied by the continuous wails of ghosts and wolves, a large amount of black smoke rose wherever the golden lightning passed, and countless Yin fiend ghosts were swept into the golden light and dissipated one after another.

"This is...Evil-warding Divine Lightning!" A hint of surprise flashed in Su Qianxi's beautiful eyes, and she exclaimed.