The mirror that had suddenly appeared reflected the faces everyone would wear after death. A grown man stood before it, dancing, his face like a corpse's. No matter how one looked at it, it inspired a deep terror from the bottom of the heart.
"Duan Yi, what's wrong with you?"
Even though Nie Yun's heart was forged of steel, he still felt a piercing chill. Facing Duan Yi's seductive, coquettish posturing, he let out a furious shout.
His voice carried the Immortal Voice Talent, like thunder splitting the sky. It boomed through the air, bursting against everyone's eardrums.
"What's wrong with me? I'm fine. I'm just combing my hair... Want to comb yours too?"
There was no expression on Duan Yi's deathly pale face. His scarlet lips opened and closed, revealing black teeth. His eyes were plainly filled with mockery. As he spoke, blood suddenly flowed from his dark eyes, streaking across his pale face. The sight was indescribably bizarre, raising goosebumps involuntarily.
"Comb your sister!" Zitong Undestroyable's face suddenly darkened. With a furious roar, his bluish-gray palm shot toward Duan Yi.
"Don't kill him..."
Seeing the intense killing intent in his movement, as though he truly meant to kill, Nie Yun hurriedly shouted.
No matter what, Duan Yi was still his subordinate. If someone else killed him, he would be left all alone, without the slightest advantage among this group.
However, before his shout had even ended, Nie Yun stopped.
Zitong Undestroyable's violent palm force arrived before Duan Yi in an instant, then passed straight through his body without the slightest resistance.
Under normal circumstances, Duan Yi was no match for Zitong Undestroyable. Faced with such violent power, he could only dodge or flee. Yet now he neither dodged nor evaded, simply allowing the palm force to pass through