Soon enough, the Kun Peng clan that once filled the sky lay either injured or dead. An entire clan had been annihilated by Qin Huai single-handedly.
Gao He's lifeless body fell weakly from the heavens. With a mere wave of his hand, Qin Huai instantly stripped Gao He of all his possessions. These included a few gold notes and several talismans designed to mask one's aura.
As for artifacts, the demon clan seemed indifferent to them. To these creatures, their own bodies were the ultimate weapons. Even as demons, their physical strength wasn't as strong as in their primitive forms.
And then... Qin Huai picked up a broken mirror. It seemed like an ordinary, ancient mirror with an ordinary reflective surface. Yet, a red line, elusive and agile like a fish in a lake, swam across the mirror.