The blood-colored banner snapped in the wind.
The instant the Flag Spirit of the Flag of Punishing Evil appeared, the mysterious markings began to swim rapidly as if alive, without Pei Ling needing to activate it. The blood hands were just about to land on everyone when they were swallowed whole by the banner.
The next moment, an old man in a tattered brocade robe appeared in midair. His face was aged, and his eyes were blood-red. It was none other than Zuo Jingxing!
He extended his right hand, then turned it palm-down. At once, torrential blood rain poured from the sky.
The blood rain surged and battered the pale pink canopy. Beneath it, Yan Minghua's face turned white, and she spat out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, she willed the Silk Umbrella to rapidly shrink. Two finger-flicks later, it had become an ordinary umbrella and fallen into her hand.
By then, the blood rain was pouring harder and harder, until it came down in sheets. The sky, the ground, even the entire world had turned into an expanse of seemingly boundless blood-red.
The Flag Spirit of the Flag of Punishing Evil gave a cold snort. With no one activating it, she could only wield a fraction of its power, but that was still more than enough to deal with a Demon from the Heaven district with a mountain of sins!
The Flag Spirit stood in midair and swept out her narrow sleeve. Like a giant whale sucking in water, she drew in all the blood rain in an instant. Clarity returned to the world.
Seeing that the Flag of Punishing Evil was unexpectedly useful, Pei Ling breathed a quiet sigh of relief and immediately said, "Protect me!"
As he spoke, he wrapped an arm around Li