Chapter 77: A Gentle Smile
The commotion within the mirror array grew smaller and smaller until, at last, it completely fell silent.
The two exchanged glances, and Shen Jing said, "Senior Brother Yang, I will now open the Bewitching Mirror. Do not let him escape."
Yang Yuanzang casually nodded, and the Chi Dragon Sword in his hand suddenly emitted a deep dragon roar. The cold qi surrounding the sword transformed into a Chi dragon, raising its head, glaring at the heavens with fury and roaring like thunder.
Shen Jing took a deep breath and waved her hand gently. The topmost bronze mirror soared through the air and landed in her palm. She held the copper mirror toward the mirror array and softly shouted, "Gather!"
Swoosh! Swoosh!
All the copper mirrors flew back simultaneously, stacking on top of each other until they merged into one.
The fog, sustained by the mirror array, instantly collapsed. The thick mist exploded as though it had been boiled, violently surging like waves. Within the tumultuous tide, it seemed as if a ferocious dragon was sealed inside, ready to break free.
Whoosh!
A cold wind, sharp as a blade, sliced through the dark mist. The blue-white cold qi carried countless ice shards, followed by even more shards that shredded the black mist into pieces, covering the sky and nearly blotting out the sun. The scene was so powerful it seemed as though it would tear everything in the valley to shreds.