Liu Ming shook his head with a hint of regret, his eyes shifted and fell upon the Chaos Mirror on the stone platform.
The Chaos Mirror was quietly floating above the stone platform at this moment, emanating a gentle light from its entire body.
A trace of excitement flashed in Liu Ming's eyes, as after all, many families on the Demonic Continent had sent numerous strong members into the dangerous inner abyss for this treasure, resulting in mostly broken spears and lost soldiers, even the fall of Qing Ling and Mo Tian was not unrelated to it.
With this in mind, he couldn't help but sigh softly, reaching out to take the Chaos Mirror down.
"If you don't want to die, don't rashly touch that mirror. Once you move it, the Magic Lord can instantly break through space to arrive here." A slightly cold voice sounded in Liu Ming's heart.
Liu Ming raised an eyebrow, withdrew his outstretched right hand, yet did not show any sign of shock, and said with a slight smile:
