No one refuted Xu Zimo's words.
After all, with Master Xuantian having just appeared, if any battle broke out with him, it was not something they could interfere in.
Xu Zimo carried everyone and stepped into the air.
In the next instant, he teleported to the center of Mist Island.
However, on the way toward the mountain peak, they encountered trouble.
Everyone felt as though the void around them had been stripped away.
Xu Zimo frowned slightly.
He discovered that everything around him had vanished, and he could no longer sense Mo Qing and the others.
It was as if each person had been separated into an independent space.
The space within Mist Island had already been severely distorted.
So much so that Xu Zimo was now trapped within a twisted space.
He did not act rashly.
In his view, this spatial distortion had not occurred by accident, but had been created by some force.
He guessed that this was some kind of trial.
Sure enough, in the next moment, vast power surged into this space.
Xu Zimo discovered a mirror directly in front of him.
Within the mirror was reflected a figure identical to himself.
That figure seemed to have been carved from the same mold.
It looked exactly the same.
It slowly stepped out of the mirror.
"Who are you?" Xu Zimo frowned slightly.
He could not sense anything unusual around him.
In other words, no one had been pulling strings behind this copy of himself. This space had replicated it on its own.
"Defeat me, or give up. Either way, you can pass."
The replicated Xu Zimo slowly spoke.
Yet Xu Zimo did not choose to give up. Since it offered a choice, the outcomes of victory and surrender would surely be different.
He clenched his right