Watching Jade Pool focus on refining the treasure, Haotian raised a hand and pointed. The Haotian Mirror flew out from his primordial spirit space and hovered within the hall.
Light flowed across the mirror's surface, reflecting the East Sea battlefield with increasing clarity. It was more detailed than a Water Mirror; even the expressions of cultivators on both sides could be seen distinctly.
Within the mirror, East King Duke stood at the prow of an Immortal Alliance Warship, holding the Dragon Head Crutch with the Pure Yang Sword hanging at his waist. His expression was grave as he looked toward Dijun and Taiyi at the front of the demon army.
He shouted, "Dijun! Your demon race has raised an army without cause. Are you not afraid of the Dao Ancestor's punishment?"
At the mention of the Dao Ancestor, hope flashed through the eyes of many cultivators in the Immortal Alliance formation as they looked toward the demon race.
On the demon race's side, the expressions of several Demon Commanders stiffened slightly. Clearly, they feared the Dao Ancestor's deterrence.
Dijun merely sneered, his golden robe snapping in the demonic wind.
"East King Duke, you have turned the Immortal Alliance into a divided mess, yet you still dare mention the Dao Ancestor?"
"The Dao Ancestor has long merged with the Dao. Why would he concern himself with factional disputes like yours? Today, no one can save you!"
East King Duke's face paled. He knew his final illusion had been shattered.
He took a deep breath and slammed his crutch against the ground. An earth-yellow radiance of law swept outward.
The Pure Yang Sword at his waist instantly left its sheath, transforming into a blazing Sword Light that shot straight at Dijun.
Dijun did not move. He merely waved a hand, and Taiyi