Lai Junchen snapped his head around to look at his attendant with a peculiar smile on his face.

A wave of terror instantly filled the attendant’s heart. He wanted to run, only to discover to his despair that Lai Junchen was grabbing tightly onto him.

The excessive fear and anxiety had caused Lai Junchen’s expressions to become twisted beyond belief. Lai Junchen forced a faint smile to his face as he continued, “You’re one of Li Linfu’s men, aren’t you?”

“No… I’m not… my lord! Y-you’ve misunderstood!”

“It’s fine… it really is fine…” Lai Junchen smiled softly. And then, a split second later, he picked up the Yin spirit and tossed him straight into the mirror.

Whoosh… A ripple instantly spread across the surface of the mirror, followed closely by line after line of ancient talismans. It was almost as though someone were slowly drawing these talismans, one sheet at a time.

“Regardless, I’ve got no reservations killing you.” He sighed softly, before climbing up to the top of the altar and craning his head to look over the edge. He chuckled softly, but it soon grew louder and louder, until he was finally laughing maniacally.

“Hohoho… HAHAHAHA!!!”

“Die… All must die!!” Almost as though he had sobered up from his insanity, he made yet another series of hand seals with a hideous smile on his face, “HAH!”

Do you think that’s all the Mythic Palace of Reflections is capable of?!

Even if I have to perish, I’ll drag you down to the abysses of Hell...