The Nascent Soul of the man with slanted eyebrows saw the black rift appear and flicked his finger in the air towards the Black Bell five or six times.
With each flick, his face turned a shade paler, while the black rift abruptly widened slightly.
After several bell sounds, the black rift opened into a semicircular mouth, filled with black mist and chilling winds, making it impossible to see clearly.
"Gah gah!"
A bizarre, extreme laugh suddenly echoed from within.
Han Li's pupils narrowed, and a burst of golden light surrounded him, while the Divine Essencefused Light surged, protecting him securely.
Faced with a Spirit Treasure-level artifact, he dared not underestimate it.
At this moment, a strange scene unfolded.
Suddenly, wisps of black threads appeared around Han Li, swirling around him without any intention to attack.
