Twelve Giant Banners snapped and fluttered without wind. Towering baleful energy gathered and flowed like mercury into the central pit, where liquid boiled like scalding fire oil, burning the three Evil Knights and their mounts until thick smoke billowed from them.
Han Shuo sat cross-legged directly opposite the three Evil Knights, his eyes closed. His Mental Power surged like a mountain torrent bursting through a dam, using Contract Power to firmly suppress them. Their weaker mounts had gradually stopped their futile struggles.
Three enormous bone spikes spun incessantly directly in front of Han Shuo. The moment his Mental Power slackened, the Evil Knights could seize the chance to drive them into his skull. With his attention fully focused, Han Shuo did not relax in the slightest. Countless strands of Mental Power interwove into an invisible net, slowly enclosing the three Evil Knights' resistance and wearing it away bit by bit.
Neither sun nor moon shone on the Death Cemetery, which remained shrouded in gloomy, dim light throughout the year, leaving no sense of time. After an unknown interval, the three bone spikes spinning above Han Shuo's head gradually lost their strength and, like the Evil Knights' bodies, slowly sank into the central pit.
Han Shuo sat cross-legged like a lifeless statue, without the slightest sign of life. The twelve Giant Banners continued breathing out fierce baleful energy, all of it converging on the central pit. More days passed, and the three Evil Knights' bodies completely merged into the pit, leaving no trace whatsoever.
At last, Han Shuo let out a soft breath and slowly opened his eyes. "That was fucking exhausting!" he said wearily.
Just three Evil Knights and their mounts had caused Han Shuo enormous trouble during this process of reforging their bodies. It seemed his initial assumption had