In the mirror, the fierce battle between the Empire's genius and the magical creatures unfolded tragically.
Within the ice mirror, Qin Tian had just cleaved open a magical creature's chest. The purple lightning had not yet dissipated when Lan's fingertip gently traced the ice surface, causing the image in the mirror to pause.
He turned his face slightly, his gaze sweeping over the four Guardian Beasts, his voice calm: "Are you ready?"
"Young Master, we have been preparing for this moment for thousands of years."
The Ice Crystal Phoenix spread its wings and let out a low cry, its voice like jade striking, the ice-blue wings shimmering with tiny sparkles, "Since the day we accepted the guardianship legacy, we have known our destiny."
"You will die." Lan's tone was unwavering, yet it caused the cold air in the secret hall to stagnate slightly.
