Less than an hour later, a burst of buzzing rang out, and a green formation plate emerged in Han Li's grasp amid a flash of azure light. 

Han Li cast an incantation seal into the formation plate, and he was immediately greeted by the sound of Cao Ji's elated voice. 

"How are things going on your end, Brother Han? I've already prepared the restriction; you can lure the Sacred Ancestor clones into the mountain range, and I'll trap them using the restriction."

"There's no need for that; save the restriction for the next group of enemies. Everything has already been taken care of on my end," Han Li replied in a calm voice as he inspected a black ax with an intrigued expression.

The ax was none other than the weapon used by the golden-armored devilish being.

At this point, aside from Daoist Xie and the severely wounded spirit body, there was no one else in the area aside from Han Li.

However, the ground down below had been severely ravaged,...