After reading the array slip in his hand, Wei Tu seemed to recall something. With a flick of his wrist, he took out the Demon Flood Dragon Scissors, along with half a mangled demon arm that was still continuously wriggling.
This demon arm was nothing like Devil Ancestor Jialan's slender, beautiful, gleaming arm. Its surface was covered in fish scales, making it look exceedingly crude and savage. Black blood continuously dripped from the severed end...
Yet upon seeing it, Wei Tu felt not the slightest disgust. Instead, a faint smile appeared on his face.
This demon arm was none other than the half arm Nightfish Demon Venerable had severed and abandoned when he fled in panic, terrified of Wei Tu's "Law of Darkness," during their battle.
With this item—
It meant that he held the initiative in hunting Nightfish Demon Venerable down. Once his strength was sufficient, even if that demon fled to the ends of the earth, so long as he did not replace his "demon body," Wei Tu could keep tracking his whereabouts and pursue him...
"Of course, more importantly, this demon arm... gives me a reason to hunt Nightfish Demon Venerable down and leave Heavenly Abyss Sacred City..."
Wei Tu raised his hand and extracted a wisp of aura from the demon arm, thinking to himself.
The Spirit Realm was where he truly belonged.
His stay in the Primordial Demon Origin Realm had first been a measure forced upon him. If he did not comprehend other laws and advance to the Integrated Body Realm, it would be all too easy for others to expose him as A-Tong, the one who had slaughtered Prince Qing and seized the Ancient Dragon-Refining Hall in the Sea-Calming Immortal Ruins. Second, Purple Blood Demon Venerable had blocked his path, making it difficult