"Puff, puff, puff..."
Along the way, the holy sword radiance cleaved through the mirror clones like a dawn flame consuming all evil in the world, reducing them to silver fragments that scattered across the land.
"What..."
Mo Yuanxiu narrowed his eyes slightly. The Sword Saint's power was beyond his imagination.
Over a hundred Mid Demigod Realm mirror clones still couldn't completely take him down.
The Sword Sect's Sword Saint truly deserved the title of a peak-level High-level Saint Artifact Master.
However... with me here, the Sword Saint's death is inevitable!
Seeing that several layers of the Mirror Space had already collapsed, Mo Yuanxiu smirked with confidence. A smooth mirror surface appeared behind him, and he was about to strengthen the Mirror Space by overlaying a new one.
"Crack..."
