It wasn't the Blood Ravine Demon Banner. For demon cultivators below the Mahayana Realm, the Blood Ravine Demon Banner was indeed a rare treasure. It could not only raise their cultivation, but was also an irreplaceable asset to the Demon Race in battle. In terms of overall power, the three factions—the Palace Master of Purple Robes, the Heaven-Swallowing Roar Lions, and the Black-Crowned Cloud Carvings—had a considerable advantage over the Red-Ridge Blood Demons, and their strength was greater as well.
Yet the three Red-Ridge Blood Demons at the Integrated Body Late Stage had relied on the Blood Ravine Demon Banner to forcibly turn that disadvantage around. They had even driven their enemies to the point where they could only barely hold their ground under their onslaught. If the severed arm hadn't happened to take a detour through the Nether Demon Corpse Grounds to meet the Eight-Legged Demon Bull Beast,
"Sea Mirror Mirage Heart!"
Lu Xiaotian, manifested from the severed arm, beckoned with one hand and drew the azure spirit object into his palm. It looked like a mirror, measuring about five inches in both length and width, its surface the color of blue amber. In his hand, it faintly reflected an image, like a piece of blue crystal.
Ordinary cultivators felt nothing unusual when they touched the Sea Mirror Mirage Heart. But the moment the secondary Primordial Spirit controlling the severed arm made contact with it, even the image of Lu Xiaotian's true body that it had manifested couldn't hold together. The image rippled like water, then burst apart with a pop, revealing the arm within.
The Palace Master of Purple Robes, the Heaven-Swallowing Roar Lions, the Black-Crowned Cloud Carvings, the Red-Ridge Blood Demons, and the others were all stunned. They had thought a Mahayana Realm cultivator had arrived, only