But the power continually erupted from within him, endless and boundless.
With one diminishing while the other gained, he was handling it more and more effortlessly.
Starting to form a unilateral suppression.
...
At the peak of the Immortal Mountain, before the Ancient Mirror.
The blue-robed Daoist and the gray-robed Daoist silently watched the scene in the mirror, their expressions somewhat grave.
Within the mirror, Jiang Ning was bathed in flames, growing bolder with each fight, while the two Silver Armored Heavenly Soldiers showed visibly dimming silver light, their movements sluggish, and their power far weaker than before.
