Without a doubt, the changes in their Immortal bodies were all caused by Qin Tuo.
The binding became heavier and almost solidified.
"Damn it, could it be because of those mirrors?" Cui Jing was already panting slightly.
With the rapid loss of the Yan power, the blood mist that surrounded their Immortal bodies became more and more solid. It was as if they were wearing blood armor. If they waited any longer, there would be consequences.
At this moment, there were already no less than 100,000 blood-colored prismatic mirrors surrounding Qin Tuo.
Each mirror reflected the faces of Chen Qing, Chun Qiu, and Cui Jing. The blood flowing inside made their faces look strange.
"Playing tricks." Chen Qing's expression was ice-cold. After which, he waved his arm, and the True Sword in his hand shot out.
In an instant, the sword light rose and swept across the sky.
