"What is that..."
Upon seeing the glazed Treasure Mirror that Qi Xiu conjured from thin air, the Celestial Demon shuddered in its flesh, instinctively sensing an immense crisis.
"Boy, don't push people too far..."
"Monster, behold my Haotian Mirror!"
Qi Xiu lifted his right hand high; the mirror was crystal clear and flawless, like a new moon rising, the ancient seal script and cloud patterns on its surface flowing as if alive.
Suddenly, a beam of white light burst forth from the center of the mirror, like the dawn breaking the sky, instantly illuminating the surroundings.
This column of light, about an acre in size, appeared bright and clear to the bystanders. But upon shining on the Celestial Demon, the light firmly immobilized it.
The overwhelming power was like a torrential flood striking the Celestial Demon, making its figure look so tiny under the column of light.
