The mirrors of the Mirror Image Demon Race were their second hearts and the source of their innate talents. Now that the black beam had pierced his mirror, that Demon God had no chance of survival.
Even in death, the Mirror Image Demon God kept looking toward the Land of Mirror Images, where the Demon God Pillar stood. It seemed the Mirror Image Demon God Pillar was about to be destroyed. He was deeply unwilling to accept it.
A silver crown floated out of his head and flew toward that place, only to be intercepted by a coldly beautiful female Assassin in fitted black clothing who had come over.
Inside the capital, the weaker members of the Mirror Image Demon Race trembled. They rarely appeared on the battlefield, even after the holy war began. Falling to the bottom of the Demon God rankings was not merely a matter of strength, but more often a matter of being killed by humans.
For example, the seventieth Demon God, Green Demon-Riding Xi Er, would follow other Demon Gods to reduce the possibility of being successfully hunted down.
In the Land of Mirror Images within the Mirror Image Capital, shattered silver mirror fragments littered the ground.
Yang Tian gazed at the trembling Demon God Pillar.
It had grown dim. Its Artifact Spirit had died, and without a new Artifact Spirit emerging, it was like a lifeless pillar, dark gray in color.
Yang Tian approached again. The repulsion aura produced by the mirror was no longer enough to stop his advance.
Water Element filled the surroundings, and Jiaoxin walked out of the mist. A Forbidden Curse Level spell had swept away almost all the mirror images.
"Brother Tian, I'll stand guard for you. Start collecting the Demon God Pillar," Jiaoxin said earnestly as she looked