Chương 2045: Long-term mission (1)

Zhao Hai held the large flag in his hand with a nervous expression. This was the last of the thirty-six Flags. Zhao Hai had spent five days planting all thirty-six of them. Now, there was only this one left. As long as this formation flag was planted properly, the entire formation would be complete, and the Hidden Cloud Village would disappear from the cloud Sea realm.

Zhao Hai's left hand kept forming hand seals as he slowly raised his right hand. It was as if he was holding a huge mountain in his hand. When his right hand was raised to the highest point, the hand seal of his left hand had already been completed. Zhao Hai's eyes widened as he shouted,"Swish!"

As Zhao Hai spoke, his right hand jutted down. A dazzling golden light emitted from his body and slowly entered the formation flag. Finally, it was completely absorbed by the star pattern on the formation flag.