She was clearly a tiny child, but Li Xiang did not dare to look into her eyes.
He felt like her demonic pupils were like an icy abyss, and his soul might get sucked in if he did not pay attention.
He tightly held the mirror and took a deep breath, inwardly mocking himself for being nervous.
So what if she was a level four mystic cultivator? She was merely a little younger and a little more talented than ordinary people, so what tricks could she pull?
D*mn girl, it's time to serve you your just desserts!
He raised the ancient mystic mirror and abruptly pumped a large amount of mystic energy into it. There was a sneer on his lips as he aimed the mirror at the girl's forehead.
The hearts of Wei Ziqin, Qiao Zhongbang, and the rest of their group raised high, and there was a trace of nervousness in their eyes.
