What shocked Ming Wuya even more was that the direction indicated by the mark was surprisingly the central area of the Mirror Abyss, the most dangerous place.
The legendary Core of Ten Thousand Mirrors where even those in the Tenth Realm dare not tread lightly.
"Brother Wuya, I have something I'm not sure I should say."
The genius of the Mola Clan suddenly lowered his voice and said,
"Are you certain Jiang Shu will be here? This place looks like..."
"A trap?"
Ming Wuya chuckled softly, his dark pupils glowing with phosphorescence,
"Perhaps. But we are numerous; can we still fear Jiang Shu alone?"
"Or do you, as a genius of the Mola Clan, admit you cannot compete with the lowborn Jiang Shu of the Human Clan?"
The genius of the Mola Clan halted, his entire complexion turning a shade of iron.
His gaze fiercely looked ahead as he stepped forward again.
As everyone passed through the final spatial fold, the scene before them took their breath away.
