"Wrong! Wrong!"
The Great Yokai shook his head. "This is clearly a Human Emperor Banner. I just haven't washed it in ages, so it's a little dusty. That's why it's belching black smoke. Come, young friend, let's have a chat inside the Human Emperor Banner!"
With that, he acted.
In an instant, the sky changed color and the winds and clouds surged backward!
As the banner descended, blotting out the sky, Chen Feng wanted to curse.
Seriously, man.
Sure, I cheat too, but pulling that thing out is just unfair.
It's like being sent back to the Tang dynasty. Tell me I have to face off against Li Shimin at Xuanwu Gate, and I can live with that.
Tell me Li Shimin has a younger brother named Li Yuanba who chases an army of a million with two hammers, and I can live with that too.
But tell me Li Shimin has a sworn younger brother named Tang Xuanzang, and Xuanzang has an apprentice with a hairy face and a thunder-god's snout? What's the point of staying alive? I might as well die.
Harrowing wails rose from the banner. They came from souls trapped inside, doomed never to find release. The Old Wolf King, Wolf Vanguard, Lion King, Tiger King—Chen Feng had personally sent quite a few familiar faces in there.
So every yokai that dies here has its soul sucked into the Great Yokai's Ten Thousand Souls Banner. No wonder he said he noticed me after the Old Wolf King died.
Looks like in my next life, if I don't want the final boss waiting on my doorstep, I'll have to make every yokai's death look like a plausible accident.
No! That old bastard wasn't telling the truth.
Chen Feng suddenly spotted Da Lang's soul among them. He realized