"Banner, come!"
At these two words, the world fell silent.
The voice wasn't loud, yet like an invisible ripple, it pierced through the cacophony of battle, the sonorous chanting, and the majestic might of hundreds of illusory sages and saints, landing deep within the Righteous Camp.
It reached the ears of a figure who had remained silent and inconspicuous all along.
The man was clad in a profound black Daoist Robe, holding a great banner of the same pitch-black color, lost among the ranks of Nine Kings Mountain.
Yet, in the instant those two words landed—
He moved.
He moved with such speed that the Divine Thoughts of several of his comrades nearby couldn't even react!
The Profound Black Banner, which had stood motionlessly by his side, was suddenly raised high!
