"Not done yet?!"
The stars of slaughter falling became increasingly dense, with each star descending, shaking the surrounding void and issuing a thunderous roar, twisting and deforming, with dragging tails of flame enough to burn a Blood-Stained Realm cultivator alive.
Holding the Haotian Mirror high, Old Man Bodhi shouted loudly while desperately inputting Dao Yuan to maintain this magical treasure.
This Daoist was simply remarkable.
To treat such a resource-consuming magical treasure as his life-bound magic treasure.
Which Daoist inheritance did he practice, for his Dao Yuan cultivation to be so vast and magnificent?
The Haotian Mirror, easily wielded by Qi Xiu, was causing Old Man Bodhi considerable distress, his beard trembling.
