At this moment, Zhou Qing felt the almost exhausted meridians within his body and yet the corner of his mouth curled into a cold arc.
"It took more effort than anticipated..."
Then, his gaze pierced through the layers of clouds, looking down at the hundreds of black ships below and the Jieyun Thieves waiting and looking up from the ships, letting out a cold snort.
With a flip of his right hand, an ancient mirror frame appeared out of thin air.
Though it had no mirror surface, it emitted a chaotic aura, and its edges were engraved with obscure Dao patterns, as though carrying the secrets of an obliterated era.
"Collect!"
As Zhou Qing activated his Spiritual Power, thousands of golden threads surged violently from the mirror frame, weaving into a sky-covering net among the clouds like a spider king spinning a web.
Where the threads passed, even space rippled, unexpectedly tearing open the unique suppression force of the Dark Sea!
