Dragon Spirit was taken aback by the scene before him; it was just a beam of light reflected outwards, yet its destructive power was truly astonishing.
If the construction of this basement had been a little shoddier, that beam of light just now could have buried them all alive under here.
However, after the initial shock, a hint of determined resolve appeared in Dragon Spirit's eyes.
He had initially thought that all these copper mirrors were about the same, but now it seemed they were completely different.
Each copper mirror had entirely different effects depending on whose hands it was in.
After confirming that the copper mirror was indeed here, Dragon Spirit no longer wanted to waste time since he truly disliked this somewhat decaying courtyard.
"Now, I'll give you a chance to live. Hand over the copper mirror, and I'll spare your lives. Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to send you to your deaths."
