"Hah!"
"I thought you'd be a formidable opponent, but you couldn't take a single hit."
The Mirror Devil laughed.
Then he sat back down in his chair.
But Meng Fan, riddled with holes by the mirror shards, remained standing where he was.
His body was healing rapidly.
"You're not dead?"
The Mirror Devil sprang to his feet in shock.
Though he had no idea what was happening,
he waved his hand again, directing Ten Thousand Mirrors Return to the Source to fire at Meng Fan.
The densely packed shards sliced Meng Fan into fragments.
This time, however, the Mirror Devil noticed something strange.
As the shards passed through Meng Fan's body, it was like passing through mist.
There was no physical impact at all.
Meng Fan now seemed like a soul without a physical form.
"Wh-what's going on?" The Mirror Devil narrowed his eyes and studied him. Even with all his knowledge, he couldn't figure it out, so he could only ask, "Who exactly are you?"
Meanwhile, Meng Fan's body slowly transformed into Freddy, and he said unhurriedly, "My twin blades will tell you who I am."
In the blink of an eye, he rushed right up to the Mirror Devil's face.
The Mirror Devil jumped in fright.
The charge was so fast that it left him no time to react.
Swish!!!
One slash severed the Mirror Devil's arm.
His other limbs soon followed, falling to the floor.
Within seconds, the Mirror Devil had lost all four limbs, leaving only his torso and head.
Most deadly of all, the tips of Meng Fan's claws were pressed against the Mirror Devil's heart.
"I know you can use mirrors to piece together a new body, but you can't restore your heart. If I stab through it, you're dead."
"H-how do you know