Han Li tossed the small cluster of spiritual light in his palm into the air, where it hovered motionlessly.
With a single hand reaching toward his waist, a flick of his wrist brought forth a small banner several inches long.
The entire banner was blood-red, exuding an eerie blood glow, with faint wails of ghosts emanating from it.
Ling Yuling froze upon seeing this item, casting a puzzled glance at Han Li.
However, Han Li had no intention to explain, instead chanting under his breath and tossing the small banner above his head.
With a flash of light, the banner rapidly expanded, and in an instant, it transformed into a giant banner over ten feet tall. The surface of the banner shimmered with a blood-red glow as if it were coated in fresh blood.
Han Li pointed a finger at the object!
Immediately, the giant banner unfurled, mist emerged from it, forming a blood cloud that flew toward Yuanci Mountain in the distance.
