Death of Cyril

An Lin was already confident that he would win.

The power of light was indeed very powerful, and the Grand Primordium Light had indeed been his nightmare at one point in time. In fact, it had even pierced through his Chaotic Alloy Brick and the Vermilion Bird Mirror. However, what did that matter? Right now, he was already unafraid.

Huh?!

Hang on…

The Vermilion Bird Mirror?

An Lin fell deep into thought as he silently retrieved the heavily damaged Vermilion Bird from his storage ring.

"Little Vermilion Bird… are you still okay?"

"No, I'm not. I've already died."

An emotionless voice traveled over.

An Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief. A feeling of guilt then overcame him, and he said, "Things were urgent just then, so I had no choice but to do that. I truly put you through a lot of trouble…"

The Vermilion Bird Mirror remained silent.