"Phew..."
A breeze swept past, sending the fallen leaves on the ground flying into the air and whirling in all directions without any pattern.
Badly wounded, Mu Qi and Zhang Zhao lay on the ground as blood continued to gush from their mouths and noses, their consciousness gradually blurring.
At this moment, they had completely resigned themselves to their fate. Once their consciousness grew hazy, they soon fell unconscious.
The two ancient Bronze Mirrors floating in midair merged into one. It looked at the two people lying on the ground and muttered to itself.
"Giving up resistance so quickly. How boring..."
As soon as its voice fell, everything in the quiet residential area suddenly began to twist and deform, like a torn painting.
The streetlamps by the road, which cast a dim yellow light, began to flicker. Their radiance alternated between bright and dim, as if they might go out at any moment.
The residential buildings in the area began to sway as well. Bricks fell from their walls one after another, and within the span of a breath, the buildings collapsed, all of them turning into patches of nothingness.
The Bronze Mirror floating in midair became illusory within the distorted space, while the pale golden Spiritual Light on its surface flickered erratically.
At Happiness Garden residential area, beside a greenbelt, several children chased one another and played noisily, their giggles ringing out.
In the pavilion not far away, several elderly people sat on benches, chatting about everyday family matters.
At the entrance of Room 601 in Building Three, two figures stood blankly in place, their expressions dazed and their bodies utterly motionless.
Suddenly, someone took the elevator downstairs, and a sound rang out as they passed by.
The sound brought the dazed Mu Qi and Zhang Zhao back