"You needn't try to fool me. With the Kunlun Mirror's Restrictions refined to this extent, it can already break free of the stone platform's constraints, can't it?" Wu Luo said with a smile as she looked at the few remaining Restriction runes on the Kunlun Mirror.
"You've never refined one before. What do you know? If you think you can take it, then come up and take it," Nie Caizhu snapped coldly.
"Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit? Fine, I'll take it myself," Wu Luo said after a brief pause.
As soon as she finished speaking, her body drifted into the air. Her robes fluttered loudly as she lunged straight for the altar.
But just as she reached the edge of the altar, a burst of runic light flared on the ground. An invisible Magic Formation shattered, and a towering figure rose from the earth, crimson light blazing in its hand as it swept toward Wu Luo.
Whoosh...
The crimson light suddenly flared, blooming with dazzling radiance like a blazing sun. The dim void around them was illuminated, and all darkness retreated.
Within the red light, a massive crimson battle axe swept out, carrying incomparably scorching power toward Wu Luo.
Caught off guard, Wu Luo could only retreat at once. Even so, she was struck by the axe's force, and flames ignited across her robes, burning away most of them in an instant.
She herself was sent flying by a scorching force, hurtling backward a hundred zhang through the void.
At the same time, Shen Luo let out an angry roar. Golden light shot into the sky as eleven Pure Yang Flying Swords burst from his sleeves at once and streaked toward the black-robed youth ahead.
The black-robed youth's figure was instantly torn apart by the flying swords