At eight o'clock, the radiant sun had completely risen, casting its beautiful rays all around the sprawling mountainside.
Halfway up the Five Saints Mountain, under a thick tree as wide as a water barrel, Ye Fan sat cross-legged, holding the top-grade high-level magical artifact, the Soul Summoning Banner, in his hand.
"Hu~"
After taking a deep breath, Ye Fan expelled the random thoughts from his mind; then, with a single thought, he spurred his mind power to enter the Soul Summoning Banner.
Wuu wuu wuu! Wuu wuu wuu!
The moment his mind power merged with the Soul Summoning Banner, ghostly cries and wolf howls, ominous and eerie, echoed in Ye Fan's mind, filling his consciousness with a sinister feeling that nearly caused him to lose his composure.
So powerful!
Before, Ye Fan had only heard of the formidable resentful spirits inside the Soul Summoning Banner, having never experienced it firsthand. Now, sensing the aura of the resentful spirits, he was shocked.