Seeing the few Mountain-Shaking Bears surrounding him like they were escorting a criminal, Zhang Xiaohua felt extremely helpless. Indeed, the bodies of these white bears were incomparably hard and seemed to possess some mysterious power that prevented his longsword from piercing them. Thus, he couldn't gain the upper hand, and even his proud Path of Immortality's divine powers had repeatedly been frustrated in these Washing Ruins. Even if he used all of his magical artifacts, none would be of any use.
That mysterious little mirror might have the ability to fight the enemy, but he hasn't refined it yet and doesn't even know what it's used for.
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaohua's heart moved, and he was about to reach into his chest to retrieve the beast-headed paperweight. This thing had just absorbed hundreds of Fire Crows, and perhaps it could also deal with the Mountain-Shaking Bears.
