At Blood Royal Palace, darkness blotted out all light in the sky. Only a blood-red moon remained, transformed into the eye of Blood Royal Palace as it looked down upon this underground world.
"Go to hell, you damned wraith!"
La Sha Er pushed his mana to its limit, condensing a blood-colored magic mirror before him.
Lanchi's figure was reflected on its surface, yet there was something subtly different about him.
The Lanchi in the mirror had hollow eyes and an ashen face, his entire body shrouded in an ominous aura.
"Pope, this is a reflection of your inner self."
La Sha Er gave a savage grin.
"You appear righteous, pure, and imposing on the outside, yet endless darkness is hidden within you. You're no different from us!"
No matter how powerful Holy Plant Pope was, once he was hit by this move, he would begin fighting himself. When that happened, La Sha Er refused to believe he could not break through his defenses.
The moment the Pope lost focus, the Black Pope in the mirror would emerge and become a summoned creature that La Sha Er could temporarily control.
Lanchi merely gazed at the magic mirror, with even a trace of natural innocence at the corners of his mouth.
"La Sha Er."
He spoke softly. The wind from Blood Moon City brushed past, lifting his black hair.
"If you see a goat from the side, you can only say that the side you saw was black. But you can't prove that the side you didn't see was pure white. What if there's a goat in this world that's half black and half white?"
He stared at the blood-colored magic mirror without the slightest reaction, entirely unconcerned that the version of himself inside might emerge.
The next second, the illusion in