The dozen or so new Black Shadow projections each carried a faint sense of threat in Chen Yi's perception.
And that was not all. The moment these projections stepped out of the mirrors, they snapped their fingers at the same time.
The Yin Yang Mirrors that had caused Chen Yi so much trouble now numbered fifteen pairs.
"Now what?!"
"Can you still give that assessment?!"
Yet Chen Yi once again commented blandly, "A crude spell."
Without waiting for Black Shadow to react, Chen Yi thrust out his right hand in a sword-finger gesture.
Nine enormous Flame Snakes emerged from the candle flame at his fingertips, lunging at incredible speed toward an apparently empty spot.
At the same time, endless Chains wove themselves into a net, blocking off the positions occupied by the other projections.
Faint ripples appeared in that empty space with the arrival of the Flame Snakes.
Like ripples on the surface of water.
Through those ripples, a hazy Black Shadow could vaguely be seen beneath.
A flower in the mirror, the moon in the water.
When facing a mirror-type Mage, never trust what your eyes see.
But Chen Yi was an exception.
And secondly, never casually trust the rage of a high-level Mage.
Anyone truly swayed by their emotions was unqualified to enter the seventh tier.
Though Black Shadow appeared to be enraged, they had actually already shifted their position.
"Snap!"
With that snap, the enormous Mirror Mountain ruthlessly crushed down upon the Flame Snake's head. Immediately afterward, the Yin Mirror, seemingly without limit, abruptly expanded tens of thousands of times and swallowed the Flame Snake's head whole.
A somewhat transparent Flame Snake emerged from the transparent Yang Mirror on the other side.
Devouring.
Projection.
The two formed a peculiar balance.
But how could Chen Yi, having suffered