Azrael didn't spare another glance at the lifeless demon on the ground. Instead, his attention was drawn to the severed arm of the demon emperor, which floated ominously in the chamber, exuding a potent aura of demonic qi that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who dared approach it.
His crimson eyes locked onto the disembodied limb, Azrael muttered to himself, "Whoever is the owner of this hand is extremely powerful." His own cultivation at the middle stage of the Soul Strengthening Realm had given him insights into the levels of strength that were incomprehensible to many. The demonic qi radiating from the arm was unlike anything he had encountered before.