When they saw that Pixiu was actually forced back several kilometers, the expressions of Demon King Ao, Tiangou, He Yuan, and the others changed drastically.
An uncontrolled weapon could actually repel Pixiu, whose cultivation far exceeded theirs.
If it was them, they might be seriously injured or even killed.
The Demon Realm Ancestral Court was indeed a very dangerous place.
For the first time, the Demon Kings felt that the Demon Realm Ancestral Court was really dangerous enough to kill them.
"Haha."
The Demon Kings were so frightened that they retreated repeatedly. But Pixiu, who was forced back, laughed loudly. "It's indeed here! You're mine!"
Pixiu laughed loudly, and his body grew to another thousand feet. His large hands grabbed at the weapon that had peeled off the black and white pattern and revealed its true form.
The weapon was a mirror.
