November 15, the hour of the Snake.
The Dragon Tooth Flying Boat hovered above the Demon Cave's entrance, its thirty-some-zhang-long hull suspended ominously in midair, casting a murderous aura over the scene below. The dragon head at the bow seemed even fiercer than usual.
"They're here?"
Li Weimin, who had been waiting for some time, abruptly stood up. He scanned the surroundings, calming his heart and spirit.
Surrounding him was a dense expanse of gray smoke clouds. Each cluster was marked by a towering banner, and there were thirty-six in total.
This was not an array but rather a Dharma Treasure crafted for him by an elder of his sect—the "Corpse Smoke Resonant Banner." The banners were divided into one main banner, held by him, and thirty-six vice banners.
Truth be told, this treasure was only half-refined and thus couldn't be used offensively for combat yet. However, it was more than sufficient for defense.
