Spirit-Warding Absolute Lightning, Ghost Aversion's Dead End (Part 2)

Although the Spiritfall Absolute Lightning had been broken so easily, neither Zheng Mancheng nor Zhan Ji looked pleased. This thumb ring was a superior magical artifact Zheng Mancheng had refined for centuries, specially prepared for crossing tribulation. Now that he had used it ahead of time, centuries of work had gone down the drain, and he would have to start all over again. Yet had he not done so and truly been struck by the Spiritfall Absolute Lightning, the chain of changes to follow would have utterly forced them into the disadvantage. By then, how many of them could escape back alive was hard to say. Taking advantage of the time it took the thumb ring to gather in the lightning, Zheng Mancheng finally glanced back. Wan Mi was still scurrying about like a rat with its head in its paws, an utterly detestable sight. With a sweep of his broad sleeve, Wan Mi seemed to have run into a ghostly maze, turning east and west until, in a muddle, he ran back on his own. When he saw the expressions on Zheng Mancheng and Zhan Ji's faces, all color drained from his own. Zhan Ji was hot-tempered, and the moment he opened his mouth, he cursed, "You worthless wretch! You've thrown away all the face of our sect!" Unlike Zhan Ji's fury, Zheng Mancheng appeared quite considerate. "It is not entirely his fault... he has suffered demonic corruption." Hearing the first half, Wan Mi felt as though he had been granted a great pardon and was just about to nod when the second half crashed down upon him. His mind went blank. When he regained awareness, Zheng Mancheng had already stuffed something into his hands—a bronze mirror. Gripping it in both hands and feeling its familiar make and weight,