"Fellow Daoist Han, please spare your hand. You have already passed the test, and these eight Ghost Kings of Yellow Springs still have some use for me. Please hold back." Seeing the situation, the monk's eyes flashed with surprise, but immediately a long sleeve shook, and a peculiar fluctuation suddenly appeared in front of the golden vortex, instantly severing the tremendous suction.
Once the eight devils regained their freedom, they immediately let out low growls, turning into points of black mist and disappearing.
"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist. I would never truly attack these blood ghosts. I was just momentarily curious and wanted to test their true strength," Han Li let out a low chuckle. The Dharma Body behind him and the golden vortex vanished instantly, while a pitch-black orb appeared out of thin air in his hand, which he examined with great interest.
It was the Yin Wind of Yellow Springs he had collected earlier with the Tunnel Swirl Golden Light.
