The blood-red flag fluttered in the wind.
The moment the banner spirit appeared, the profound marks moved rapidly as if they had a life of their own without needing PEI Ling's activation. Just as the bloody hand was about to land on everyone's bodies, it was instantly devoured by the banner.
The next moment, an old man in a tattered brocade robe appeared in mid-air. His face was old and his eyes were bloodshot. It was Zuo Jingxing!
He stretched out his right hand and flipped it down. Blood instantly poured down from the sky.
The rain of blood hit the light pink umbrella. Under the umbrella, Yan mingjin's face turned pale and she coughed out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, she thought of something and the umbrella shrank. In two seconds, it was in her hand like a normal umbrella.
At this moment, the blood rain was getting heavier and heavier. The sky, the ground, and even the entire world were covered in a boundless blood-red color.