Crack...
Du Wei looked down at the shattered pieces of the mirror, stepping on them with his foot.
He turned his head to look forward.
A mirror after mirror reflected his masked visage.
In each mirror, he held a dagger, exuding a cold temperament.
He didn't look like a good person.
All of a sudden,
Du Wei frowned, his Right Hand gripping the Dagger as he thrust it violently backward.
The sound of shattering mirrors rang out.
He turned his head to look behind him, only to see someone who looked exactly like him raising the Dagger high, poised to strike him.
Unfortunately,
In his chest, a Dagger had penetrated deeply, with numerous cracks spreading from the wound.
Shattering...
Pieces of mirror danced...
"It seems it's not the Evil Spirit..."
Du Wei said to himself, his tone void of any fluctuation.
When he was pulled into the mirror, he was prepared to confront the Mirror Evil Spirit head-on; however, until now, the Mirror Evil Spirit had not shown itself before him.