Daoist Yangmei looked at the skulls in front of him, then gave his horsetail whisk a slight flick. It spun in a circle and formed a huge vortex, pulling all those skulls into it.
The skulls transformed into streams of black qi, one after another, but unexpectedly, they merged into an especially enormous skull.
It opened its pitch-black mouth toward Daoist Yangmei and bit down.
Daoist Yangmei was instantly swallowed completely by that mass of black qi.
Qin Xi and Ancestor Hongjun naturally saw this, but they knew Daoist Yangmei had the ability to protect himself, so they were not especially anxious.
On the other side, Qin Xi looked at Ancestor Hongjun and said to him, "Don't hesitate. Whatever can kill him, do it."
Ancestor Hongjun nodded. He also knew this was not the time to be softhearted.
Even if Qin Xi was injured, they still had to kill him.
He raised the God-Slaying Spear and thrust it toward the mirror surface. With a clang, it struck straight into the mirror, followed immediately by the crackling sound of the mirror shattering. One fissure after another began to appear before the two of them.
And the Masked Man's face, identical to Qin Xi's, now began to split apart, twisting in all kinds of ways.
He looked at Ancestor Hongjun and said to him, "Your God-Slaying Spear really is powerful. I never thought that after all the times I attacked you, you could actually endure it. Have you finally reached the end of your patience?"
Because the Masked Man had always killed many of Ancestor Hongjun's disciples, he had thought that if Ancestor Hongjun became furious and wanted revenge, there would have been plenty of chances.
But Ancestor Hongjun had never acted. To him, he had always been enduring, restraining his disciples