Crimson Yin just finished her conversation with that Sunset Valley cultivator, Xu Hui, smilingly stepping back with the meaning of "that's enough." Her gaze flickered as her body moved, very covertly.
Yet the Yin spirit of Yu Ci within the Zhaoshen Bronze Mirror felt it intensely, as if an ice needle had pierced through the outer perimeter and stabbed straight in. The violent stimulus made the Yin spirit and even his thoughts tremble, generating ripples. Yet these ripples quickly dissolved into the surging vortex of power on the outside, leaving no trace.
The ice needle was Crimson Yin's gaze.
That woman...
Yu Ci's mind tightened. Immediately following, Crimson Yin made some more small movements.
To play tricks under the noses of two Void Stepping masters—any Core Formation cultivator would probably have to weigh this carefully, but Crimson Yin just did it, and without the slightest hesitation.
Yu Ci actually didn't see what technique Crimson Yin used, but at this moment, the Zhaoshen Bronze Mirror was clearly sinking downward, quickly buried completely by the snowy mud. From then on, the speed of its descent increased rather than decreased, and in the blink of an eye it sank seven or eight feet deep into the earth, as though the surrounding ground was not frozen earth and rock, but a mire with nothing to hold onto.
No one discovered this change.
From the perspective of distance, Crimson Yin was the closest to the Zhaoshen Bronze Mirror. Having been blasted flying earlier while blocking the Golden Stone Fluid, the Zhaoshen Bronze Mirror was nearly ten zhang away from Yu Ci's physical body, and Crimson Yin happened to be right between the two. Her body just happened to block the angle from which Xie Yan and the others were looking this way. As for those