The talisman drawing that he had paused for a moment immediately sped up. The surging divine energy poured into it, causing the obscure cloud patterns on the black and yellow talisman to light up little by little.
"Little Rong, give me a hand later."
Peng zhengyan looked at the kind woman and made a small cut with his fingernail. A few drops of golden blood that glowed with a seven-colored light dripped out.
The blood seeped into the talisman in an instant, and the complex cloud patterns seemed to come to life, gently wriggling along some mysterious trajectory.
Just one look at it made Jerome feel like he was stuck in a sticky liquid and couldn't breathe. He quickly looked away, not daring to peek at the treasure that represented some great path.
Hu~
Peng zhengyan, who was fully focused, let out a breath of turbid air. The yellow talisman in his hand turned into a ray of spiritual light and instantly merged into the sea under his feet.
"Open!"