The Bronze Mirror Breaks, the Daoist Exits

The light originated from a sleek and breathtaking beautiful pestle of light.

This pestle was held in a steady and terrifying hand.

This hand belonged to the Angel that had broken out of the misty light.

This Angel of Sacred Light governed war and was named Anger's Flame by Bie Yanghong. Its eyes of inhuman emotion were brimming with violence and a desire to kill.

In its eyes, these human experts were naught but ants.

That it had been held by these ants for so long was a humiliation that it could not bear.

To purge this humiliation, it had decided to kill everyone around this courtyard—no, everyone in this entire city.

The seemingly solid liquid light sprinkled into the surrounding sky at its will, carrying with it an unimaginable power.

Any living being that touched this liquid light would become cold, losing both its breath and soul.

Whether it was the birds in the sky or the flowers and trees growing along the stream outside the courtyard.