Bright light and shadow flickered in the air, and of the four avatars, two had already grown much stronger.
Ye Jingcheng's gaze was still icy, with a trace of anger in it.
He had already swallowed several spirit pills, and had even taken a drop of Thousand-Year Spirit Milk, recovering more than half of his true essence.
With the Primordial Shark Demon Emperor and the Corpse Emperor present, Ye Jingcheng also discovered that, because of this mirror, the other party seemed to have sunk into the void and had no other methods—or perhaps his methods were precisely those densely packed mirrors in the void.
That feeling, to him, was like a formation, and was even somewhat similar to Ye Xuefan's great chessboard formation.
Only, what Ye Xuefan wrote upon was a chessboard and what he wielded were chess pieces, while what Thousand Mirrors True Lord wrote upon were mirrors and what he wielded were mirror avatars.
And they were avatars that grew stronger and stronger.
Ye Jingcheng also saw Thousand Mirrors True Lord continuously swallowing spirit pills, as if his true essence was similarly running short, but Ye Jingcheng knew clearly that Thousand Mirrors True Lord was obviously pretending.
Ye Jingcheng often pretended his true essence was running short as well, but someone whose true essence was truly running short would never be this composed.
After all, Thousand Mirrors True Lord could wait for Penglai's Nascent Souls to come, but without a teleportation formation, how could they arrive so quickly? Ye Jingcheng could likewise wait for the Earth Dragon Demon Emperor and the other two Nascent Souls.
Those three Nascent Souls' combat strength was right nearby.
It was just that Ye Jingcheng did not expose him. The other party was looking for his chance, and wasn't Ye Jingcheng also looking