Beneath the densely packed dark clouds, the red-bannered, black-lettered flag that Zhou Donglin had thrown out hovered in mid-air. As the howling of the sinister wind intensified, the flag suddenly began to expand in an eerie spectacle!
This was not a novel, nor was it a movie. It was a tangible change happening right before their very eyes.
Watching the flag grow from the size of a palm to over a square meter, a short distance away, Zhou Shaofeng was frozen in a horrified stupor. He shook his head violently, murmuring ceaselessly, "The Soul Training Banner! How can it be the Soul Training Banner! No, impossible! Master would never use something as evil as the Soul Training Banner! He wouldn't! He definitely wouldn't!"
At the same time, Lai Zhuge and the others rushed over from the Four Seasons Hotel. When they saw the Soul Training Banner dancing wildly in the sinister wind, reeking of sinister energy, they were all completely stunned.
