Gui Ling held a silver giant axe, and the shadow of a tiger-like phantom emerged on it, expelling a yellow strange mist, barely able to resist the black Qi. Meanwhile, Lin Yinping and the young man surnamed Xu fused with the Spirit Rhinoceros Peacock clustered together under the cover of the five-colored spiritual light, likewise barely able to protect themselves.
Han Li merely glanced at these people, then looked toward the Eight Spirit Ruler and Black Wind Banner in the air with a slight frown on his forehead.
These two Spiritual Treasures, one temporarily demonized and the other unclaimed, were unable to exert their true power. Even so, the vast silver lotus the size of a ruler and the pitch-black python-shaped flood dragon between them whipped up gusts of black wind and fluttering silver script, managing to match each other perfectly.
