The shadowy figure struggled to lift his head and gaze at the bright moon. His eyes were veiled in white, and the powerful pressure left him unable to move a muscle.
This was unbelievable. How could a Soul Saint be this strong? She was every bit as powerful as a Soul Douluo, wasn't she?
No, even an ordinary Soul Douluo probably wouldn't be a match for her.
The shadowy figure felt as though he'd had the worst luck imaginable today. Somehow, he'd run into every kind of trouble.
The tip of his black cloak had already been eaten away, turning into moon-white flecks of light. He knew there was no escaping now.
Despair gave way to madness in his shadowy eyes beneath the black mist. If you won't let me live, then I'll make sure you don't get off easy!
In the blink of an eye, the black mirror in his hand shattered into countless fragments that flew in every direction, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood.
The seventh, sixth, and fifth Soul Rings behind him lit up in succession. A sinister, evil aura burst forth, eclipsing the vast moon overhead.
Mirror Demon True Body, Mirror Shadow Clone, Mirror Soul.
At a wave of the shadowy figure's hand, the black mirror fragments spun back and reassembled in his palm. But unlike before, they were now stained with his blood.
With a flick of his hand, as the moonlight bore down, the magic mirror shot toward Zhang Lexuan, who was weakened and caught off guard.
This attack was not only a combination of three Soul Skills; it was also a Self-Created Soul Skill he'd devised after slaughtering countless people. He'd even infused it with the essence of his blood, which held all the evil Soul Power he'd gathered.