The two reaching-heaven Devil Lords before his eyes were so close to being indistinguishable from reality that even Lu Xiaotian's attainments in illusion were beyond ordinary comparison. Judging from appearance alone, it remained difficult to determine which was real and which was fake.
Swish, swish... The Devil Lord in the rear unleashed three demonic blades, slashing successively toward the one in front. Even the aura of those demonic blades was identical to the ones in Lu Xiaotian's memory.
Could this one actually be the real deal? Lu Xiaotian felt some skepticism in his heart.
Yet very quickly, Lu Xiaotian also reacted. While this stone mirror's unfathomable mystery was indeed true—capable of simulating a person's appearance and even the auras of immortal and demonic artifacts—it was unable to know a person's history.
"Friend Ma, which of you carries a stalk of Devil Flame Grass? That one will be the real one. Quickly take it out." Lu Xiaotian urged.
Originally, Lu Xiaotian and the several Devil Lords spoke very casually with each other, and upon entering the stone mirror desert, he had not directly addressed Devil Lord by his surname. As for the Devil Flame Grass, it was a nonexistent thing entirely.
"Brother Lu, I have it, I have it." The fleeing Devil Lord in front answered repeatedly, his palm supporting as a stalk of Devil Flame Grass materialized in the center of his hand.
"Brother Lu, what are you talking about? I never obtained any Devil Flame Grass at all." The Devil Lord in the rear wore a blank expression.
"You are the fake." Lu Xiaotian's Fangtian Halberd slashed toward the Devil Lord in front.
"Ha-ha, you fake, nowhere left to run this time, are you?" The Devil Lord in the rear laughed out loud, the three demonic blades he unleashed