"Brother Qing."
"I know you're no saint, and I know you must want something in return for helping me. But since I, Yue Ting, have come here today, I've already thought it through."
He raised a hand and waved.
Two White Bone Demon Mara Banners slowly rose into the air, the bone fragments on their surfaces scraping together.
In that instant, sinister winds sprang up throughout the great tent, and thousands upon thousands of skeletal phantoms could faintly be seen struggling and roaring across the banners.
The blood-colored devil aspect behind Qing Chen swayed slightly, several demonic eyes opening at once.
The two demon banners suddenly seemed to find themselves under the gaze of something even more terrifying, and their ferocity abruptly faltered.
Seeing this, Yue Ting lost the last shred of hope he had been clinging to.
"I can give these two demon banners to you, Brother Qing."
Yue Ting's voice steadied. "One is named Yaoguang, the other Qiongqi. Though they belong only to the lower nine banners of the White Bone Demon Mara Banners, both possess considerable power. Since you have the Di Jiang Banner and have also cultivated the Demon Seed Golden Lotus technique, these two banners will be far more useful in your hands than in mine."
Qing Chen's gaze fell on the two demon banners, and he flicked a fingertip impatiently.
Hum!
The Dijiang Demon Mara Banner flew soundlessly from his sleeve and hovered above his head.
An older, deeper demonic might spread like a black tide.
The Yaoguang and Qiongqi banners had still been trying to struggle, but the moment the Di Jiang Banner appeared, the suppression of a superior demon banner of the same lineage descended. The bone fragments on both banners flattened in unison, like two vicious dogs with their heads pinned