Han Li flicked his sleeve, and another small blue cauldron flew out. After a buzz, it expanded in size, and under the urging of his spiritual sense, it drifted up to the sky above the giant formation, stopping in mid-air at a height of more than twenty feet.
A flash of silver light revealed a humanoid puppet standing motionless on a corner of the cauldron, as steady as a mountain.
Han Li nodded slightly, then suddenly slapped a certain spirit beast pouch at his waist. A gust of white cold wind flew out, manifesting as twelve four-winged centipedes, each several feet long.
These were precisely the twelve Six-Winged Frost Centipedes.
As soon as these centipedes appeared, they immediately shook their heads and tails, spewing cold wind, creating waves of white mist that obscured their forms and spread to every corner of the light enclosure after swirling around.
After completing all this, Han Li finally relaxed a bit.
