As the Demon Race cultivated to a certain level, their flesh and blood naturally gave rise to living beings. The so-called Primordial Spirit Realm was thought to be the point where the paths of the Demon Race and humanity converged. Perhaps that was more than mere speculation.
Otherwise, Xu Yi couldn't understand why Long Jingtian's demon core would be so wary of the Soul-Summoning Banner, a banner that was only useful against yin spirits and souls.
At the same time, he had obtained high-grade demon cores before, and the Soul-Summoning Banner had never affected them.
Yet when he summoned the Soul-Summoning Banner now, he could feel its power working on Long Jingtian's demon core.
The only explanation was that Long Jingtian had cultivated to an extremely high level, and his demon core had become a living being. That was why the Soul-Summoning Banner could affect it.
The Soul-Summoning Banner had done its job, and Xu Yi was overjoyed. Despite the banner's incessant humming after Long Jingtian struck it with a beam of light, he activated the Hun Tian Sword Formation once more.
Long Jingtian was beside himself with grief and anger. In terms of true strength, he could have crushed ten Xu Yis.
But this fellow had too many trump cards, one after another, leaving him no time to take them all in.
What he regretted most was not making Xue Zihan lie down right from the start. If she hadn't suddenly charged into the fray just now, the battle would have been over long ago.
That brief reprieve had let the despicable, lowly human claw his way back from the dead, bringing about this great disaster.
Though he regretted it, and though that accursed black banner had curbed his demon core, Long Jingtian remained confident of victory.
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