Crack.
In the vacuum where sound could not travel, the Sovereign seemed to hear an incredibly faint shattering sound.
He looked up in shock and saw a crack thinner than a strand of hair appear on his Mirror of Dreams.
The crack was only a few centimeters long, yet panic still flashed across the Sovereign's face.
This was the first time since the battle began that the Sovereign had shown such panic.
His Destined Divine Weapon—the incomparably powerful Mirror of Dreams—had actually cracked from Nan Feng's light touch!
What the hell was this?
Had Nan Feng become powerful enough to damage a Destined Divine Weapon?
Creator God, look at him!
Nan Feng, meanwhile, also looked slightly surprised.
He had not expected the Mirror of Dreams to be so fragile. It had cracked at the slightest touch, and he had not even begun to exert any force.
Just three days ago, Nan Feng had destroyed a Man in Black's Destined Divine Weapon.
Back then, he had used all his strength, yet it had still taken him over ten minutes to barely destroy it.
And that had only been a Rank A Destined Divine Weapon.
The Mirror of Dreams was at least a Rank SS Destined Divine Weapon, perhaps even beyond Rank SS.
How had it broken from a simple touch?
After giving it some thought, Nan Feng quickly guessed the answer. "I understand. More than a hundred thousand years ago, Soyana's Destined Divine Weapon was shattered by Him, and this Mirror of Dreams is merely one of its fragments. Its core was incomplete to begin with, so it cracked the moment I touched it."
At that thought, Nan Feng was secretly alarmed.
A mere fragment of the Mirror of Dreams was already so powerful.
How terrifying must Soyana, who had possessed