"Yes... Yes! It's him!" The dead soul within the mirror grew agitated.
Anyone who meets the person who killed them would probably find it impossible to remain calm.
Wang Xuyang's emotions were turbulent, his face filled with rage and unwillingness: "This man, being chased, deliberately drew calamity away by running to our side!
He pushed the blame onto the West Desolation believers. I was... I was..."
Wang Xuyang couldn't continue, the memory of being buried alive by the yellow sand flooded his mind.
The suffocating sensation, the overwhelming despair, still lingered in his heart.
Strictly speaking, Wang Xuyang had never seen the true face of the Dry Land Believer, You Tianyao.
But among everyone present, there was only one Sea Realm Dry Land Believer. The real culprit was obvious at a glance.
"Hmm." Lu Ran released the Soul-hooking Mirror.
The Ancient Bronze Mirror floated by Lu Ran's side, facing the battlefield, letting Wang Xuyang witness everything clearly.
