The roaring sound of the broken air stirred up by the falling precious mirror was the only noise Yu Ci heard in that short span of time.
The next moment, the intertwined cyan light blocked the astonishing majestic baleful intent of the Yuan Suppressing Staff, and Yu Ci's body shook once more. As the overwhelming pressure of the Yuan Suppressing Staff struck his body, an untold number of muscles tore all over him. These were all hidden injuries; the very instant his whole body shook violently, Yu Ci's eardrums were shattered, and where the shockwaves reached, even his facial skin went numb, with a damp feeling trickling down his ear canals.
Yu Ci could no longer care about these things. In his eyes, the moment the golden light and cyan radiance collided, they violently blasted open a continuous dozen or so halos of light with the most ferocious posture, spreading out in all directions. Accompanied by this surge of intense light, the vital energy around Yu Ci's body was thrown into what felt like a bottomless pit, vanishing without a trace before even a sound could be heard. Almost instantly, he was completely hollowed out; only his Yin spirit, which had linked with the Zhaoshen Bronze Mirror long beforehand, still retained a sense of existence, yet it was also like a candle in the wind, flickering out at any moment.
This was the first time Yu Ci truly and actively urged forth the soul-devouring power of the Zhaoshen Bronze Mirror, and in this very instant, he understood that he was still far from being able to freely manipulate the precious mirror, the enormous consumption being a hurdle that was nearly impossible to cross.
Yet he also saw that before the astounding divine abilities of the Yuan Suppressing Staff, the Zhaoshen