With Fan Tianxing's words, the surrounding space underwent a miraculous transformation, turning into blocks of mirrors, and the middle-aged man was trapped at the center of countless mirrors.
With a casual wave of his hand, Fan Tianxing made a black light appear out of nowhere within the mirror array formed by innumerable mirrors, and the black light shot towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man brought out his magical treasure, spiritual power surged, and a tawny radiance appeared around him.
The middle-aged man blocked the black light, which rebounded, revealing its form—a sword.
The Black Sword shot straight out, hitting a mirror. Just when Lin Chen thought the mirror would shatter, the Black Sword actually passed directly through it and disappeared in an instant.
As Lin Chen was shocked, a black dot appeared on one of the mirrors, bursting forth instantly, transforming into the Black Sword.
Two Black Swords!
