"Set." Chen Fei gave a defiant, cold laugh as he tossed the bronze mirror he held. Instantly, the mirror hovered eerily in mid-air. Strands of earthy yellow light diffused like starlight, quickly forming seven or eight thick streams of energy tinged with a dark glow. They then surged aggressively toward a shocked Qing Hu in a breathtaking spectacle.
Suddenly, the air was shrouded in dense brilliance, accompanied by a grating cacophony.
SIZZLE! SIZZLE! SIZZLE!
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
"Damn it, how can you possess such a thing?" Qing Hu had clearly never expected Chen Fei to have a Magic Artifact like himself. But now was no time to ponder. He hastily threw out the Bronze Ancient Sword, which quivered in mid-air before a billowing, dark-gray aura of vengeful spirits floated out, forming four or five hideous, bone-chilling Evil Ghosts that charged the thick streams of dark energy.
