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But at the same time, the "demon" in the mirror, with a green face and fangs, and wings on its back, thrust the dark red dagger towards Yi Lin with the same motion and speed.
Separated by an ordinary mirror, Yi Lin and a "demon" stabbed at each other with real knives, like fencing through thin air, incredibly thrilling.
However.
When the tip of the Blood Jasmine was less than an inch from the mirror's surface, Yi Lin suddenly woke up, feeling a chill down his spine.
The motion of the "demon" in the mirror, stabbing at Yi Lin with the dagger, also froze on the other side of the mirror, the dagger's tips facing each other through the glass, as if they were worlds apart, in a standoff.
Yi Lin realized what was happening, and his pupils abruptly contracted.
So that's what it was!
The "demon" in the mirror wasn't someone else, nor was it a monster you could hit for damage; it was... him.
It was the Yi Lin in the mirror.
