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Zifeng closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time, feeling hesitant and confused, as if a storm was brewing within him.
Finally, after nearly ten minutes, Zifeng suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze was resolute, flashing with determination, and at that moment, a vast energy surged forth from the heavens and the earth like a tidal wave.
This was a power he had never felt before, a force that seemed capable of splitting the sky and the earth.
The pure and terrifying energy began to churn within him, constantly condensing and dispersing. The veins in his body were filled with wild and violent power that surged uncontrollably. As the veins throbbed, it felt as if countless worms were writhing beneath his skin, creating a grotesque sensation.
Tearing pain radiated from every part of Zifeng's body, as if it were about to burst open. A frenzied force rushed into him relentlessly.
All sounds around him were silenced, only to be replaced by an overwhelming surge of energy.
Zifeng was caught off guard by this force, struggling to articulate words as he felt his heart racing wildly.
A power that did not belong to the Demon Subduing emerged throughout Zifeng's body. As his arm instinctively twisted, a hot and domineering energy began to gather in his palm, forming a vague blue sphere.
At that moment, Zifeng felt as if he possessed the strength to shatter mountains. He sensed this power was filled with dominance and wildness, pushing him to the brink of bursting apart.
His dark yet bright eyes slowly transformed into blue, while his light blue hair gradually deepened into a dark blue hue.
The blue sphere became increasingly solid until it reached the size of a basin in Zifeng's hand. Beneath its magnificent exterior lay the power to explode an entire mountain.
No matter who saw this scene at that moment, they would likely be taken aback.
Xu Qian was repeatedly pushed back by the aura emanating from Zifeng. His eyes shifted from shock to fear as he looked at the now strange Zifeng.
The sphere slowly rotated, and as Zifeng felt a surge of heat throughout his body, he struggled to control this fleeting external power. Dizziness clouded his vision, but he quickly regained his composure and turned to look at the Ghost Mirror.
"Go!"
Zifeng softly uttered these two words, extending his hand forward. The blue sphere, trailing a blue flame, sliced through the clear night sky and finally struck the illusory Mirror.
There was no loud explosion; the blue sphere was small compared to the hundred-foot-tall Mirror, making it seem insignificant—like a stone dropping into the ocean, only creating ripples.
The blue sphere was absorbed into the Mirror, but just a moment later, the illusory Mirror became more solid, as if the seawater had frozen.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
A crisp sound emerged, resembling that of a real Mirror shattering, echoing through the night sky and breaking the silence.
At that moment, Zifeng weakly knelt on the ground, his face pale. Upon closer inspection, one could see that his eyes were bloodshot.
Meanwhile, outside Cherry Blossom University, a figure was cast in shadow by a window on one of the upper floors of a ten-story building. Young and with a charmingly sinister look, he was incredibly handsome.
It was none other than Ke Xie, the Spirit Hunter whom Zifeng had encountered in the Abandoned House.
"Is the Blood Spirit Eye, ranked third among the five types of unique eyes, really this powerful?"
Ke Xie's face also showed a layer of seriousness as he watched the force that directly shattered the Ghost Mirror. His gaze unconsciously shifted.
Behind Cherry Blossom University, in front of the mountains, the night wind howled. A strange figure dressed in a black robe quietly stood at the mountain peak, witnessing Zifeng unleash terrifying power.
As the black robe was lifted, a pair of pitch-black pupils were revealed, and a glimmer of bright light flashed, causing his expression to change slightly.
"Is this the kind of power that even the fourth-generation patriarch of the Exorcism Family could not control?"
The enormous illusory Mirror seemed to be solidified into ice, emitting crisp cracking sounds as it continuously developed fine cracks. The figure in the black robe, Beiling, felt his dark eyes involuntarily narrow. He could clearly sense how immense this power was; however, Zifeng still had not fully unleashed it.
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