At the same time, he cursed silently in his heart, thinking how these Demon Clan were indeed beasts, with their minds full of fights and killings.
Don't they know that a strategy can sometimes be sharper than a knife?
"Do I need the help of a mere human like you?" the Tiger Demon scoffed, about to strike again.
"Wait." The Toad Demon stopped it, its bulging eyes rotating and emitting a fierce and cunning glow, fixating on the black-robed man, "You say you want to assist us, how?"
"Our Yellow Springs Sect stands tall in the Cultivation Realm for many years without falling, what's so difficult about killing an ordinary Body Cultivator?" The black-robed man sneered, suddenly revealing a black wooden ancient mirror in his hand.
It was palm-sized, bordered with a black wooden frame engraved with intricate patterns, with a mirror surface that shimmered in green light.
"This is the Mirror of Truth, a treasure collected by our sect for many years.
