Chen Hai's Danghui Talisman, at the moment he applied the last stroke, was extraordinarily uncanny.
But now, after the darkness had dissipated, his talisman appeared quite ordinary, as if it had returned to simplicity, looking even more worn than those discarded ones.
If it were not for witnessing the astonishing moment when the talisman was completed, Ye Cheng, upon first sight, might have thought that the Danghui Talisman Chen Hai drew was deliberately aged to present its current appearance.
"While there's still some time, Chen Hai, let's go, hurry to the hospital with me!"
Seeing the completion of the talisman, Ye Cheng, who had slightly relaxed, checked the time.
Upon realizing that it was just a few minutes shy of eleven-thirty, his heart once again became anxious.
"Mm! Okay!" Chen Hai nodded.
With the final strokes of the Danghui Talisman placed to resist that unknown great force, the energy he expended was indeed terrifying.