He indeed possessed great abilities, for within a span of ten years, he had successfully persuaded Shen Jibai to his side and escaped unscathed.
Yet in the battle against the corpse demon army, Mi Lu had always thought he died by the hand of Princess Si Li, never expecting to encounter this old acquaintance's subordinate today.
In face of Mi Lu's almost man-eating gaze, the young demon named Sikong Xuan, perched atop the beast, did not spare his former master a second glance.
He gently stroked the beast's spine with both hands, pondered for a moment, and then removed a red flag from his waist.
The flag whirled and danced in his hands, marked with dark bestial patterns drawn in fresh blood, as he bit his fingertip and smeared a streak of blood across it.
Above, the dense ink-like blood clouds slowly parted, amidst a deep rumbling noise, the entire sky seemed on the verge of collapsing and crushing the city.
