At the forefront of the battle between the two armies, Ao Luan charged into the Demon Clan army once more.
The silver spear in her hand danced, its shadows like a tree of furiously blooming flowers. No Demon Clan member who approached her could escape death. Occasionally, one or two powerful attacks pierced through the spear shadows and struck Ao Luan, only to be immediately sent flying by a blue mirror image.
Seeing Ao Luan fight so valiantly, the Dragon Palace army's blood ran hot. Following Ao Luan, they charged fearlessly into the Demon Clan army.
Within the Dragon Palace army, the Mirror Demon watched Ao Luan slaughter her way across the battlefield, a trace of worry still in her eyes.
The blue mirror images flying from Ao Luan's body were her Mirror Reflection. Her cultivation had improved recently, allowing her to apply the Mirror Reflection divine ability to others like talismans, where it would activate automatically when danger arose.
She had placed thirty Mirror Reflections on Ao Luan, but even that could not sustain such use.
Just as the Mirror Demon was about to warn Ao Luan, a figure appeared out of thin air above her. It was Kong Xuan, reaching out with one hand.
Amid a thunderous boom, a white palm of light several acres in size appeared in midair and grabbed down at Ao Luan's head.
"Kong Xuan!" Ao Luan's heart tightened. Lightning erupted wildly from her body, and the half-human, half-dragon phantom of lightning appeared again, throwing a punch into the air.
A three-hundred-meter silver thunder dragon shot from her fist, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged upward with a piercing shriek, colliding with the enormous palm of light.
A flash of red light glinted at the center of the palm, and the silver