Crystal-like fragments were raining down from the vaulted ceiling of the Mirror Realm palace, each shard reflecting countless terrified faces—the captured shadows of imprisoned consciousnesses.
Pi Yanlin was dragged along by Gu Qinghuan as they ran toward the exit of the mirror, yet right at this moment, he insisted on looking up to watch the dissolving phantom suddenly contract violently like a jellyfish crushed underfoot.
"Ah—!"
Chapter 195