"You think I care which sect you came from?"
Qin Shaofeng's tone was icy. "What you should be worrying about now is whether you'll be able to stay alive."
The black-clad man ground his teeth and suddenly produced a long white-bone banner.
The white-bone banner was over three feet long.
Though its shaft was made of white bone, it possessed a texture like jade and gold.
As for the banner itself, it was refined from human skin. Black demonic patterns covered its surface, while faint phantoms of Yin Demons and Yin Demonesses emerged upon it.
With an angry roar, the black-clad man poured all his magical power into the white-bone banner.
To be honest, merely from its appearance, it was obvious that this white-bone banner was no ordinary object.
And that was indeed the case. This thing was called the White Bone Demon God Banner. It imprisoned nine Yin Demons in the form of Yin Demonesses, as well as a White Bone Demon God.
Once the black-clad man wielded it, it would not only consume the magical power in his body, but also drain his vital essence and blood.
If this continued for long, it could even suck him dry into a withered corpse.
But now, he knew that Qin Shaofeng's strength was far from ordinary. If he did not reveal his trump card, he would sooner or later die by Qin Shaofeng's hand.
As he infused it with magical power, he said to the green-robed old man beside him,
"Old Poison, stop wandering around here like a headless fly! Hurry up and show me the skills you keep at the bottom of your chest!"
"Otherwise, both of us will be buried here today!"
The green-robed old man known as Old Poison hardened his gaze and slapped the Hundred Beast