The blood-colored lightning struck, swift and dazzling, emanating an unearthly and terrifying air of destruction.

Ning Sihua instantly sensed the danger. She waved her sleeves, and a copper mirror carved with dense cloud patterns floated up.

Bang!

The mirror exploded into fragments.

Ning Sihua dodged right away, a rare, grim look on her clear and youthful features.

The copper mirror was an extraordinary spiritual treasure, yet it broke so easily!

From this, she could determine that the power of this grand formation was no weaker than the attack of an Origin Dao cultivator!

“She actually blocked it….” The Wuhuan Water Monarch was stunned too. He finally realized how scary Ning Sihua was and launched another series of attacks in a mad frenzy.

“Strike! Strike! Strike!” He bellowed repeatedly, his silvery dragon robes billowing around him and his blood-colored streamer waving through the air. 

In response, the nine bronze doors surrounding the ritual grounds boomed, and a strange totem rose as if awakening from its deep slumber and fired terrifying attacks of all kinds.

Blood-colored lightning boomed like dazzling blades descending from the heavens. Bloody rain poured down...