Yue Shaoting waved his hand and said straightforwardly, "Then let Daoist Wang work his magic."
The young Daoist thought to himself, "Master forbade me from using this banner for sacrificial refinement on living people. I've restrained myself all this time, but this time it's justified, and even if Master finds out, he likely won't say anything."
He reached into the bag beneath the saddle bridge and pulled out a small banner painted with strange talismans. Chanting incantations under his breath, he shook his hand, and the banner turned into a stream of black mist and flew out.
In no time, the black mist reached above the heads of the hunters. These people were mere mortals, laughing and chatting among themselves, entirely unaware of any change. The black mist flickered once in the air, and their souls were all harvested. In an instant, they collapsed dead.
