Dark Killing Flags

Since Ji Hao had walked out already, he didn’t want to hide anymore. He asked straightforwardly, "White Dragon River God, cut the crap. That large magic formation in the square out there, what is that for?"

White Dragon River God paused for a second, then waved the dark flag in his hand and it behind his body. The flag flew to above the black caldron and floated in the water, releasing black mist streams.

Then he rubbed his hands and asked politely and carefully, "May I ask your name?"