In an instant, thirty-six pairs of seventy-two distinctly different treasures flew out from the black-robed man's sleeve, dancing in the sky, covering half the void beneath them.
These Daoist paper talismans, including blades, swords, and flying pitchforks, either glimmered coldly or appeared silently bizarre, as if each possessed its own spirit, hinting they had illustrious origins.
The black-robed man's ability to simultaneously manipulate so many treasures suggested a spiritual sense shockingly powerful, far beyond that of an ordinary joined-bodies cultivator.
Han Li's mind raced, secretly amazed by this.
In that brief moment, the black-robed man laughed maniacally, and seventy-two treasures transformed into a dazzling light, sweeping towards Han Li unstoppably.
Seeing this situation, Han Li raised an eyebrow and waved his sleeve.
Dozens of azure small swords shot out, transforming into seventy-two azure rainbows, welcoming the incoming light.
