The young man was none other than Hu Qi, restored to his normal appearance.
As he spoke, his gaze fell upon a Damaged Black Banner floating before him.
Wisps of black smoke coiled around the banner's surface, exuding an ominous aura, as if it were an aggregation of all the world's darkness.
At this moment, the Damaged Black Banner had shrunk to a length of two meters.
Hu Qi reached out, and an Invisible Power seemed to draw it toward him.
The Black Banner fell into his hand.
A sudden chill spread through him, as if he were holding not the Black Banner, but a block of ice frozen for ten thousand years.
Hu Qi raised the Black Banner to eye level, examining it closely.
The banner's pole was crafted from the vertebrae of some unknown black creature and felt as smooth as polished jade in his hand.
When he shook it, an eerie whistling echoed out, faintly carrying what sounded like the sneers of ten thousand wronged souls.
