While the tribal chiefs of the Beast Race were arguing heatedly.

Inside the secret chamber of the cave, Han Li was sitting cross-legged on a stone bed in the inner chamber, his eyes tightly closed, with a cyan light flowing around him, as if he was in deep meditation.

At this time, Jin Tong and Bai Yu Pixiu were not guarding in front of him, perhaps they had been put away by him.

He was completely unaware of the conspiracy brewing among the various tribes of the Beast Race, focusing solely on preparing for the upcoming formidable enemy.

Compared to being hunted down by the entire Heavenly Court, the current situation was even more thorny, and could even be said to be the greatest crisis he had faced since coming to the True Immortal World.

Before this, although he had killed a Heavenly Court Surveillance Envoy by chance, he was now facing a Gold Devouring Immortal whose cultivation far exceeded his own by an entire major realm. Gongshu Jiu was not even worthy of being looked at by it.

Although the chances of winning were slim, he would naturally not give up willingly. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would try every means to find a path to survival from that glimmer.

Thus, time passed little by little.

After an unknown period of time, Han Li's eyelids twitched, and he opened his eyes, while the cyan light flowing around his body also converged.

He glanced at the outer chamber with an expressionless face, and then slowly closed his eyes again.

At the same time, in the central part of Dark Star Valley, near the cliff, a figure sped through the high sky, turning into a streak of cyan light and arriving in an instant, urgently hovering in the void.

A refined man wearing a white robe with light blue hair tied behind his head appeared, and it was none other than Nuo Qinglin.

He stretched out one hand, blocking the front, and said to the void in front:

"Come back with me."

In the void, a slender jade hand lifted the hood covering her head, and with a flash of gray light on her body, a figure appeared out of thin air. It was Nuo Yifan.

"Father, Senior Li has done us a great favor, how can we..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Nuo Qinglin.

"This is the result of joint consultation among the various tribes of the Beast Race, not my own wish..." Nuo Qinglin shook his head and said slowly.

"But this is wrong! Father, you have always said that the Human Race are treacherous, cunning, and faithless, but how are our current actions any different from theirs?" Nuo Yifan frowned and asked.

"This is the King's decree, what can I do..." Nuo Qinglin sighed and said.

Hearing this, Nuo Yifan's face changed again, revealing a hint of disappointment. She stopped speaking, and turned her head to look at the cliff from afar.

At this time, almost all of the Youchen Clan within hundreds of miles around the cliff had been evacuated. Thousands of elite warriors from the eight great holy clans of the Beast Race, led by dozens of high priests from the various tribes, had completely surrounded the place.

The tribal chiefs of the eight great holy clans, except for Nuo Qinglin, were all floating in the sky above the cliff, looking solemnly at the cave.

Hu Shi Clan Chief Yin Shen waved his palm, and a small dark yellow animal skin flag appeared in the palm of his hand. He waved it remotely at the dozens of high priests.

Seeing this, the dozens of high priests waved the bone staffs in their hands one after another, and a strange chanting sound echoed in their mouths at the same time.

As the sound rang, the great river in the center of Dark Star Valley suddenly became turbulent and rushed wildly. Under the wisteria vines on the mountain walls on both sides, streaks of cyan-purple light emerged, condensing into totems shaped like fox heads.

With the appearance of these patterns, the light in the valley, which was still in daylight, began to dim, as if approaching dusk, and night was about to fall.

At the same time, specks of starlight rose from all directions, converging into a dazzling Milky Way, falling straight down from the night sky, transforming into strange and mysterious forces, filling the entire valley.

In the chanting of the dozens of high priests, thousands of elite warriors from various tribes also danced and responded accordingly.

Soon, around the cliff in the center of the valley, streaks of light condensed, and a huge forbidden formation emerged from it, completely surrounding the entire cliff and the cave above it.

"Fellow Daoist Li, please come out for a meeting. The various tribes of the Beast Race have something to discuss." Yin Shen shouted, his voice like a bell, echoing leisurely between the valleys and mountains.

The cliff was silent, and no one answered.

"Fellow Daoist Li, please come out for a meeting..." Yin Shen continued to shout, his expression unchanged.

He could clearly feel Han Li's aura still in the cave, so he was not in a hurry.

Among the warriors of the eight great holy clans, many people from the Youchen Clan and other tribes had seen the scene of Han Li confronting the Insect Spirit. Although they were unwilling to admit it, they were still quite afraid of this human race in their hearts.

In fact, not only them, but even tribal chiefs such as Wulu and Manlin were deeply wary of him in their hearts.

However, in the face of the life and death of their tribes, they had already made their own choices.

After Yin Shen called out three times, the Beast Race finally felt that something seemed wrong.

"Something seems a little wrong?" Wulu frowned and said.

Manlin and the others looked at each other, their expressions somewhat puzzled.

"Hmph, pretending to be mysterious, I'll go take a look."

The Chief of the Night Owl Clan, Deng Gui, snorted, and his figure flashed, like a falcon, silently swooping down towards the cliff, his speed as fast as a bolt of lightning.

However, before he could fly close, a "boom" explosion suddenly sounded on the cliff.

The two heavy doors were blasted into powder by a great force, flying out in all directions.

A strong wave of air, wrapped in rolling smoke, spread out.

Deng Gui was about to approach, his expression suddenly changed, and his figure immediately retreated back, hovering far away in the air.

The rest of the Beast Race couldn't help but become nervous, and all looked towards the cliff.

On the edge of the cliff, a middle-aged man in a cyan robe stood with his hands behind his back, looking calmly at the tribal chiefs present.

Except for a few people, none of those tribal chiefs dared to meet his eyes, and the proud Beast Race lowered their originally high heads in front of a human race cultivator.

These few people included Yin Shen, the old tribal chief of the Hu Shi Clan, the withered old woman of the Divine Elephant Clan, and Nuo Qinglin.

At this time, Nuo Qinglin's gaze towards Han Li was very complicated, with a bit of apology, some pity, and some helplessness.

Han Li remained silent from beginning to end, his gaze was peaceful, and he did not release the aura of the mid-stage Golden Immortal, not even saying a word, but there seemed to be an invisible pressure that caused the originally high morale of the nearly ten thousand elites of the entire Beast Race to stagnate.

For a time, a strange silence fell on the edge of the cliff.

At this moment, Yin Shen's expression suddenly turned cold, and he shouted sternly:

"Do it!"

With this order, the dozens of high priests quickly waved the bone staffs in their hands, and the mixed and obscure incantation sounded around them. From the palms of their hands, blood flowed out, flowing like trickles of streams on the surface of the bone staffs.

As the blood seeped in, the snow-white bone staffs became bloody red, and the light became more and more intense.

Above the formation that surrounded the entire cliff, huge true spirit phantoms began to emerge, and gradually became solid under the condensation of the rays of light.

A vast and incomparable pressure also began to fall from the sky, causing the people of the Beast Race present to feel a little suffocated.

Soon, the first true spirit body descended in the sky above the cliff, wearing cyan armor and with six tails behind it. It was the cyan fox named Su Liu.

Immediately afterwards, a huge unicorn rhino with a body as large as a mountain and a body full of cyan light, and a huge eagle with dark black feathers like iron, also appeared in the high altitude.

As waves of powerful aura fluctuations continued to emerge, the eight true spirits enshrined by the Beast Race successively revealed their true forms, all focusing their gazes on the middle-aged man in the cyan robe on the edge of the cliff.

Faced with the oppression of the descent of the true bodies of the eight great true spirits, Han Li still did not say a word, standing with his hands behind his back.

The six-tailed cyan fox looked at it for a moment with a slight flicker in its eyes, and suddenly frowned. Its figure suddenly swooped down, and a fox tail wrapped in a whistling wind, heavily slapped towards Han Li.

With a loud "boom".

Smoke and dust rose from the cliff, collapsing and shattering, and Han Li's figure was also submerged in the smoke and dust.

The people of the Beast Race, along with the other seven true spirits, were all a little dazed, and for a moment, they couldn't figure out what was going on.

"You bunch of idiots, that man has already escaped. You're surrounding a substitute fake that's not even a counterfeit, and you can actually make such a big show." Su Liu turned his head to look at the tribal chiefs, and scolded with a slightly mocking tone.

After its fox tail was raised, there was no shadow of Han Li, only a dark yellow bean and a cyan horse-headed mask were faintly flashing light between the rock fragments.

And the bean also completely dimmed after exhausting the last bit of spiritual energy.

Yin Shen looked at Nuo Qinglin, who had arrived at this moment, and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on? Why did that person know the news in advance and escape?"

"How would I know? Are you suspecting me?" Nuo Qinglin was also angered by this question and said angrily.

"I heard that your daughter has a close relationship with that person..." Deng Gui raised his eyebrows and said in a strange tone.

"Since the plan was set, Yifan has been confined by me. Don't talk nonsense." Nuo Qinglin scolded coldly.

As soon as his voice fell, the huge body of the six-tailed cyan fox also turned to this side, and asked in a bad tone, "What did you say about Yifan?"

Hearing this, Deng Gui's face suddenly changed, he lowered his head, and dared not speak.

Although this six-tailed cyan fox was not outstanding in strength among the true spirits enshrined by other tribes, it was the direct son of You Hu, the True Spirit King. He was a being that even his Night Owl Clan's true spirit had to be wary of, so how could he dare to disobey and provoke him.

Wulu and Manlin looked at each other, and a bit of schadenfreude flashed in their eyes. Who didn't know that this Lord Su Liu was quite fond of Nuo Yifan, so why did Deng Gui have to touch this bad luck?

The reason why the Youchen Clan was able to rank high among the eight great holy clans was mostly because the true spirit they enshrined was this Lord Su Liu, and another reason was because Lord Su Liu attached great importance to Nuo Yifan.

The falcon covered with dark black feathers, which was the true spirit enshrined by the Night Owl Clan, also flashed a cold light in its eyes at this moment, glaring at Deng Gui, causing the latter to break out in cold sweat and dare not breathe.