A flicker of panic flashed through Lang Tu's dark green vertical pupils.
He suddenly swung his axe at the round mirror, but an invisible force knocked the blade back before it could touch the surface.
He tried clawing at it with his left claw instead. His sharp hooks scratched several white marks across the mirror, but it did not budge.
He felt the killing intent within him being drawn away by the mirror, little by little.
With every measure it absorbed, he grew that much weaker, while the perfect, whole Lang Tu in the mirror grew that much clearer.
"The Zhe Character Governs Return to Truth."
Xie Approaching the Abyss's voice came from behind the mirror, clear and calm.
"This mirror will reflect everything you have accumulated since birth, then draw it away little by little."
"Your killing intent, your murderous will, your scars, all those things you seized from others-it will take them all back."
"When the you in the mirror becomes more like you than you are yourself, you will be empty."
After hearing this, Lang Tu felt the cold sweat on his forehead mingle with dark red blood and trickle down.
He stopped trying to shatter the mirror. Instead, he abruptly lowered his head and slashed his left arm hard with the axe in his right claw.
Blood gushed from the wound, and the intense pain made his mind exceptionally clear in that instant.
He shook his head forcefully, forcibly shattering the layer of illusion the mirror had cast deep within his Spiritual Platform.
Then he stamped his right foot against the ground and charged toward Xie Approaching the Abyss.
He ignored the mirror now. He was going to cut down the man writing the characters directly.
As long as Xie Approaching the Abyss died, these characters