Kapitel 812: Ancient Python

Lu Weiying stopped chanting and pointed at the flag.

The flag trembled before suddenly unfolding with blinding brilliance.

Gusts of tornadoes similar to the ones before swarmed out from above, transforming into a dozen or so white wind dragons that fiercely swept toward the grey mist in the distance.

The huge golden sword also let out a buzzing sound as it shot forth from its original spot. It flew into the air above the grey mist and began to revolve around it.

It appeared that Marquis Nanlong was waiting for the grey mist to dissipate. Once the monster appeared, he would unleash a thunderous attack.

Han Li silently waved his sleeve, and a sparkling silver alms bowl flew out of his sleeve. It then turned into a ball of silver light and flew into the distance.

This alms bowl was one of the few ancient treasures that Han Li had obtained from killing the Moulan spell warriors. Its power was barely satisfactory.