Han Li flicked his ten fingers, firing multicolored incantations at the light barrier.
Each one vanished in a flash, causing silver light to flicker wildly.
Moments later, the light barrier began to boil like cold water dropped into hot oil, with countless runes emerging and starting to spin around in a pattern.
Han Li stared unblinkingly at the light barrier, his hands ceaselessly weaving incantations.
Suddenly, with a low shout, he flicked his sleeves, and dozens of formation flags shot out, swirling in the air in a peculiar formation over the light barrier.
All the formation flags buzzed, vibrating slightly and emitting various flickers of mystical light.
Han Li uttered a low shout, hitting a heavy point in midair with one hand.
"Puchi"!
The formation flags lit up intensely, and as mystical lights intertwined and flashed, a complex light formation appeared in the air, rotating slowly and incessantly.
"Go!"
