"Just in time."

Lu Ji said calmly, flicking the silver longsword in his hand. He took a step into the void, his figure flashing and disappearing from the spot.

Immediately afterward, where the snow lotus flower silhouette flew from afar, countless fine sword lights and petals clashed with each other. Almost in an instant, there were thousands of collisions, emitting bursts of sharp sounds that pierced the eardrums, causing the nearby void to vibrate wildly.

"Bloodchill, see you on the island!" On the high-altitude warship, the pockmarked man named Chong Luan slightly twisted his neck and said.

With that, he flicked his wrist, and a black long saber appeared in the palm of his hand. He leaped out of the warship and plunged straight down towards the nearest island puppet below.

"Hehe, I believe it won't take too long."

The scarred man murmured, waving his hand, a palm-sized golden ring flew out from his sleeve, rapidly enlarging in mid-air, transforming into a huge golden ring with a diameter of a hundred zhang, suspended in mid-air.

After chanting softly, dense runes emerged on the golden ring, and strands of earthy yellow light emerged from the void within the ring, seemingly illusory and real, emanating waves of palpitating law fluctuations.

Within the range directly below the ring, the void resounded with bursts of "popping" sounds, as if an invisible pressure was isolating this place from the surrounding area, violently compressing the air below.

On the colorful light curtain below, an area corresponding to the ring quickly formed a deep, recessed pit, shimmering with light and vibrating incessantly, emitting continuous "buzzing" sounds.

"Break for me!"

The scarred man shouted loudly, and his hand forming a seal pressed heavily downwards. Cracks appeared on the colorful light curtain, and it looked as if it was about to collapse.

Just then, a swift blue light flew diagonally upwards from the lower left, arriving suddenly with the sound of tearing through the air. With a "铮" sound, it struck the ring in the high altitude.

The golden ring trembled violently after being hit by the blue light, and the earthy yellow light emitted from it also swayed, becoming extremely unstable, causing the pressure on the colorful light curtain below to decrease sharply, returning to its original state.

The scarred man's gaze darkened as he looked down, seeing a palace-dressed woman with extremely beautiful features, holding a shimmering blue fairy sword, flying towards him.

Beside her, there was also a young Daoist in a gray-white Daoist robe, accompanying her.

He had a silver gourd hanging on his waist and held a golden whisk in his hand. His figure was upright, and his appearance was handsome. His appearance and demeanor seemed no different from ordinary people, but in fact, he was a lifelike high-level puppet.

"Hehe, Pseudo-Immortal Puppet." The scarred man licked his lips, grinning strangely.

With that, he beckoned, recalling the golden ring, placing it on his wrist. He turned around and rushed towards the palace-dressed woman and the young Daoist.

At the same time, without any command, the members of Ten Direction Pavilion had already dispersed, no longer rushing towards the colorful light curtain, but flying towards the outer edges of the island.

They had already discovered that this colorful light curtain was related to the giant puppets scattered around. If they could defeat these puppets, they would naturally be able to enter the central island.

However, the cultivators of the Holy Puppet Sect would naturally not allow them to succeed. They had already rushed out from the main island and were now divided into several battle groups, meeting the members of Ten Direction Pavilion.

In mid-air, escape lights rose everywhere, and shouts of killing echoed continuously.

Most of the cultivators of Ten Direction Pavilion were unorthodox recluses, and the methods they used were also strange and varied.

In the northwest direction, someone opened a spirit beast pouch, releasing dozens of strangely shaped and ferocious alien beasts, each nearly a hundred zhang in size, like an unstoppable torrent, rushing into the puppet army controlled by the members of the Holy Puppet Sect, fiercely fighting each other.

In the southeast direction, someone directly sacrificed a black ancient banner more than two hundred zhang in size, blowing out a gust of ink-like bone-scraping Yin wind, immediately turning many low-level disciples of the Holy Puppet Sect into skeletons.

In the southwest, someone opened a white bone box, releasing countless black-patterned golden bees, stinging the cultivators of the Holy Puppet Sect with poisonous bee needles...

Although the cultivators of the Holy Puppet Sect were not as fierce and good at fighting as the Ten Direction Pavilion, they were united in protecting the sect and fearless of death. Moreover, with the assistance of a large number of puppets, their numbers far exceeded those of the Ten Direction Pavilion, and they actually gained the upper hand to a certain extent.

In the high altitude, the black spirit boats that were originally arrayed in one place dispersed, the golden patterns on their surfaces shone brightly, and from the huge holes below the hulls, roots of golden spears, more than several zhang thick, shot down with bursts of sharp whistles.

Hundreds of organ flying boats that had already risen into the air shone brightly at the same time. In a circular magic circle located at the bow of the ship, red light flickered violently, and flames spewed out continuously, and clusters of scarlet fireballs as large as millstones flew out from it, gathering in mid-air to form a dense rain of meteor fire, facing the densely packed golden spears descending from the sky.

Deafening roars rose and fell!

The golden spears and scarlet fireballs collided with each other, and golden light exploded in mid-air, and fireballs splattered, becoming a chaotic mess.

The battle raged in the high altitude, and the sea below was not calm either.

In addition to the cultivators participating in the melee, many people in Ten Direction Pavilion, led by True Immortal Realm cultivators, rushed towards the eight giant puppets, trying to defeat them in order to disintegrate the formation.

On the warrior puppet in the southwest direction outside the island, more than a hundred cultivators originally stationed around the round tower were now holding tightly onto a stack of golden or silver talismans, staring nervously at the high altitude.

This was the place guarded by Han Li and Lin Jiu.

"They're coming. There are about two hundred people, and there seem to be three True Immortal Realm cultivators among them. Most of the rest are below the Grand Ascension Realm." Lin Jiu said slowly, looking into the distance.

"Then you and I will deal with the three True Immortals, and leave the rest to the Holy Puppet Sect to deal with on their own." Han Li said, his eyes flashing.

"That's what I want." Lin Jiu nodded.

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Li and Lin Jiu shot up at the same time, meeting those Ten Direction Pavilion cultivators.

Accompanied by a dense chanting sound, talismans flew into the high altitude from above the warrior puppet, shining brightly at the same time, and puppets of various shapes covered in spirit patterns flew out from them.

The members of the Holy Puppet Sect also followed closely behind, rushing up.

The three True Immortals leading Ten Direction Pavilion were a tall, robust middle-aged man in the center, a thin, hunched old man on his left, whose wrinkled face was half-exposed from his cloak.

The one on his right was a plump, curvaceous woman. In Hu Yan Dao Ren's words, she was the kind with big breasts and a big butt.

The old man among the three saw Han Li and Lin Jiu approaching and frowned before spitting lightly.

"What's wrong?" The burly man frowned and asked.

"I actually ran into fellow Daoists from the Impermanence Alliance, and even members with cyan masks. What bad luck..." The thin old man said with frustration.

"I've heard about the rules of your Impermanence Alliance. Those who can wear cyan masks are not ordinary people. It seems that a fierce battle is inevitable." The burly man said.

"What you're saying is making me a little scared... No matter what, you can't let me deal with one of them alone." The plump woman said with a chuckle.

"The bull-head seems weaker. I'll deal with him alone. Leave the deer-head to you." The burly man quickly made a judgment.

"Okay, we'll do as you say." The thin old man immediately responded.

The plump woman also smiled charmingly, her eyebrows arching, and nodded.

When the two sides approached within a thousand zhang, the cultivators below the True Immortal Realm consciously dispersed, avoiding the areas where their respective True Immortals were located, and flew to the lower part close to the sea to fight.

The burly man took the lead, flying out and rushing towards Han Li's direction.

The thin old man and the plump woman flashed and pounced towards Lin Jiu from the left and right.

Lin Jiu snorted coldly, his figure suddenly growing taller, distancing himself from Han Li, and rushed towards the two first.

Approaching within a few hundred zhang, the burly man's eyes flashed, and he flicked his wrist forward, and a dark light flew out from his palm, heading straight for Han Li.

The dark light flashed suddenly, instantly magnified a hundred times, turning into a black giant axe like a small mountain, chopping down on Han Li's head.

Before the axe blade arrived, a shocking and violent wind pressure roared first, forcing the airflow in the void to retreat to both sides, and the space was somewhat unstable, as if it was about to break.

Han Li's figure stagnated slightly, seemingly not expecting that the other party would use such a fierce killing move as soon as they made a move.

The next moment, golden scales turned up on his arm, and with a roar, golden light overflowed from the end of his fist, condensing into a huge golden fist glove, slamming heavily on the axe blade.

A loud "轰隆" explosion exploded, stirring up a gust of wind, blowing towards all directions.

Han Li's figure lowered, falling more than a hundred zhang downwards, then stomped his feet in the void and regained his footing.

The giant axe flew back with dim dark light, turning into its usual size, and was held in the burly man's hand.

The man was carried by the force of the giant axe flying back, and he also took several steps back involuntarily, shouting, "I didn't expect that you are actually a Profound Immortal."

Han Li ignored him, pinched a magic formula in his hand, and chanted softly.

A dark light flashed in front of him, and a hollowed-out treasure wheel with a dark black light emerged, emitting a strong aura of water, which was the Heavy Water True Wheel.

"Go."

He whispered.

In mid-air, the "buzzing" sound like the shaking of an empty bamboo resounded loudly.

The Heavy Water True Wheel spun rapidly, and the hollowed-out patterns on the surface became blurred, suddenly shooting towards the burly man.

The dark light was extremely fast, and it arrived in front of the man in a flash.

The latter's heart trembled, and he firmly grasped the handle of the giant axe with both hands, moving his arms and blocking it in front of him like a giant shield.

This axe was refined by him with various rare minerals mixed with various earth-attribute materials, and it was engraved with blessing runes. It was itself a magic weapon of great power, and its toughness was no less than those top-grade defensive treasures.

He believed that there was no problem in blocking this blow!