Wang Baole paid no attention to the escaping square-faced cultivator as it didn't matter how fast he was going. The expression on Wang Baole's face remained unchanged as he spoke the two words quietly. Corpse Face!
As soon as those words fell out of Wang Baole's mouth, the mist blanketing the entire world suddenly rolled and rumbled. It erupted suddenly and surged outward in all directions, revealing the land that had been enveloped in mist.
However… the exposed land was no longer the same burial grounds. It had become a flat surface, like a mirror!
The edges of the mirror continued to expand. Within a few seconds, it caught up with and went past the fleeing square-faced cultivator. Waves of terror surged within the square-faced cultivator's heart as an intense feeling of dread turned his already red eyes even redder—to the color of blood.
His gut told him that if he got trapped within the mirror, then… he would definitely be killed!
