"Hehe, let me see where you've escaped to?" Fengfengzi turned his head stiffly, scanning in all directions, his eyes suddenly igniting with two ghostly flames.
A moment later, an expression of madness suddenly appeared on Fengfengzi's face, and he again laughed strangely, "Hehe, found you!"
Before the words had finished, Fengfengzi suddenly vanished from the spot.
Boom!
A thousand miles away, a "Mirror Image Clone" of Zhao Sheng suddenly had its expression frozen on its face.
With a loud boom, this towering creation of sixty-nine zhang was suddenly engulfed by the golden light, then hacked into pieces, finally turning into countless flowing lights and vanishing into ash.
Fengfengzi stepped out leisurely from the depths of the flowing lights, treading on mottled golden light, with a translucent round mirror in his right hand.
At this moment, the round mirror was emitting a faint white light and the surface of the mirror had already developed three cracks.
