As if to swallow everything in the store, it exuded a proud and unruly air, with an aura that seemed to defy everyone.
"Only someone from the Demon Race can use this demon bow. I'm giving it to you, and whether you can suppress it or not is entirely up to you," the puppet man said indifferently.
Xu Zimei sensed the aura of the demon bow, feeling the Prison Suppressor Demon Body inside him stir restlessly, as if recognizing a kinship.
"Come, bow," he called out softly.
The Heavenly Demon Bow seemed to heed his summoning, trembling slightly as it flew towards Xu Zimei.
When Xu Zimei held the longbow in his hands, it felt as if it had merged into one with his being.
The demon bow had recognized its master on its own, as if it had become an extension of his arm, easy to use.
The Demonic Qi surged around him, and Xu Zimei could feel that the Heavenly Demon Bow was the vessel, while the arrows needed to be condensed from Demonic Qi.
