Exasperating

Mr Crow stretched his wings and rose into the air, while Ji Hao stood on Mr Crow's back with his fiery wings flapping in the wind. The two of them corresponded perfectly with each other and transformed into a stream of fiery light, rising into the sky over thirty-thousand high altitude within the blink of an eye.

Ji Hao was holding a pure black banner in his hands which was made from the skin of an unknown, gigantic worm. On its soft and smooth surface, countless tiny bug silhouettes were faintly visible, while wisps of black smoke continuously rose from the banner and weird, creepy insects screaming sounds were ceaselessly releasing from it.

The stick of the banner in Ji Hao's hands was squirming slightly and slowly, as if it was a huge living worm rather than a stick.