The tolling had nearly made Lu Feng draw his sword and slit his own throat. Terror filled his heart, and he was all the more desperate to know where this sound came from, that it could kill so invisibly.
As the tolling drew closer, an enormous Black Great Bell came hurtling out of the depths of darkness, radiating black mystic light. Its terrifying presence made it seem like a supreme, unparalleled being.
The moment the bell appeared, the Five Directional Banners reacted as though facing a formidable enemy. They actually left Lu Feng, flew above the hundred thousand armored soldiers, and expanded to blanket the sky, shielding the entire army below.
You faithless bastard! Lu Feng stared, dumbstruck. This... this is ridiculous. Haven't I already refined this treasure?
Even if you're the treasure with which the Nine-Headed Heavenly Emperor attained his Dao, even if you once ruled the world alongside him and have every reason to be proud, you don't have to obey my every command, but you can't abandon me at a crucial moment to protect someone else!
He kept urging them with his divine sense, trying to call the Five Directional Banners back.
But the Five Directional Banners seemed to have slipped entirely beyond his control. They did not respond at all, as though they no longer had anything to do with him.
Trembling with fear, Lu Feng turned and bolted. He activated the Greased-Soles Cultivation Technique, riding rainbow light beneath his feet and running as fast as he could.
These aren't two magic treasures. They're two high-and-mighty masters! A nobody like me can't survive being tossed around by them.
Yet something bizarre happened. No matter how desperately Lu Feng ran, he seemed to remain in place. Both the Black Great Bell and the Five Directional Banners stayed