The elderly Daoist's ancient sword, after a series of violent attacks, finally calmed down significantly. It was clear to him that having been unable to penetrate the Demonic Qi for such a long time, the chances of Madam Mu's Nascent Soul surviving were slim.
At this moment, upon hearing the words of Qi Miao the real person, a fierce look flashed across his face. Without a second word, he flicked his sleeve, and a small yellow seal shot out, hovering above the old Daoist's head.
This treasure was flat and square, smooth and warm like jade. On its surface, Gold and Silver Runes would occasionally flicker dimly, emitting spiritual energy that, while stable, was immensely powerful.
Upon seeing this item, Han Li's expression shifted slightly.
"Flatten Mountain Seal!" A woman's voice exclaimed in surprise.
Han Li's thoughts moved, and he looked over.
Sure enough, Lin Yinping was covering her mouth with her hand, staring at the seal with great shock.
