"Alright! Following me, you might as well say your ancestors' graves are emitting green smoke!"
The ancient god venerable, repeatedly called by Chai Asi, stood in the Mirror World, hand on the longsword, eyes flashing with red light, not daring to move an inch, let alone respond to his follower.
The true form entered the Mirror World, and outside the space opened up by several divine trials, it was always a vast expanse of white, where nothing could be seen.
This time, something unexpected happened for the first time.
At this moment, within the white mist, it seemed some kind of monster was struggling, and the white fog was constantly churning!
This change was of unknown fortune or disaster, but without a doubt, it made him extremely nervous.
