Under the pressure of Wushuang Image Form, nothing impure could exist.
The million mirrors were instantly emptied, and the entire Blood Mirror World collapsed into nothingness.
Qin Tuo was not spared either. His Immortal body was shattered by Wushuang's Image Form and turned into powder.
After all, he was only a Yan Immortal. Even if he was only one step away from Grand Yan Immortal, he was still a Yan Immortal. How could he withstand Jian Wushuang's full-powered attack?
Everything turned into ashes, including the blood river that surrounded the Eternal Wushuang Heavenly Palace.
Qing Ling and the others opened the palace doors, still nervously scanning for any signs of danger.
Chun Qiu, carrying Chen Qing on his back, looked at the figure that had remained calm and composed throughout the entire battle. In his eyes, there was a hint of uncontrollable excitement.
