Countless small flying elephants slaughtered each other, their blood and severed trunks falling continuously, the stench barely having time to spread before being blown away by the fierce wind.
"Damn it!"
Within the black oval space.
A woman in black furiously slammed her palm against the mirror in front of her.
The full-length mirror, taller than a person, showing the battle between the small flying elephants and the cultivators, shattered instantly, its pieces clattering to the ground.
Countless fragments rolled away, the woman's chest heaving violently.
"So close, if it weren't for, if it weren't for the concoction of Myriad Thousand Souls Water for Yue'er, you lowly fowls and dogs wouldn't stand a chance!" Her voice was sharp with malice.
With a gesture, another mirror flew in front of her, emerging from the darkness, silently taking the original mirror's place.
