It worked.
Yu Xing "tasted" the doorkeeper's flavor on the tip of his tongue, knowing this move was viable. He simply used vines to wrap around Qu Xuanqing's waist, pulling her to the side, and then thrust even more vines toward the doorkeeper.
The dark-colored vines wriggled and entwined like living creatures, the cage formed by them gradually contracting to tightly bind the pitch-black reflection, the dark energy upon it thinning at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The doorkeeper reflection emitted a more shrill yet gradually fading mental screech, struggling frantically and waving its utility knife wildly, yet unable to sever the bondage originating from a higher-tier existence.
The dark energy constituting its body melted and dissolved rapidly like ice cubes tossed into strong acid!
Edgar, leaning against the machinery, snapped his eyes open, his turbid pupils reflecting this unbelievable scene. He could clearly feel that the tight connection between himself and that reflection was being forcibly severed and devoured by an overbearing and cold power; that creation which had condensed thirty years of his fear was being completely erased by a power he could not understand!
"This is..." He made a rattling sound in his dry throat, holding both the tremor of liberation and a trace of instinctive dread toward the unknown power.
The power Yu Xing displayed was not any kind of power he knew, neither a recorded major deity familiar to the public nor the crazy distortion of an Old One. He could not describe it, and could only open his sole sound eye, staring blankly at Yu Xing.
Qu Xuanqing stood sword in hand. Seeing that there was nothing left for her to do, the light on her blood sword slightly receded. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lingren leaning against