Han Li, however, wasn't just standing idly by. With a flick of both sleeves, numerous Daoist paper talismans flew out, swirling around him, with silver runes faintly visible.
These talismans appeared extraordinarily mysterious, numbering as many as one hundred and eight.
Han Li pinched an incantation with both hands and pointed quickly at the distant thunderclouds, his expression becoming exceptionally solemn!
Immediately, these talismans transformed into over a hundred silver lights, disappearing in front of Han Li in a flash.
In the next moment, a flash of silver light appeared above the gigantic thundercloud, and one hundred and eight silver talismans emerged.
They whirled around, forming a bizarre pattern that covered the thundercloud below.
With a push from Han Li's incantation, the talismans simultaneously exploded, and a giant light array of silvery radiance emerged.
Within the light array, the faint shadow of a gigantic palace appeared, as if it were not of this world.