Incomplete Soul

Gu Qingluan looked up and saw a mirror hanging in mid-air, its dark surface facing her, emitting a black light towards herself.

This treacherous thing had almost extracted Xiaonan and Little Yuanxi's souls just now.

Her eyes brimmed with anger as she raised her hand and swept it.

Her arcane power transformed into a sharp sword, cleaving towards the Yin-Yang mirror.

The Yin-Yang mirror didn't shatter but violently shook in mid-air.

The old man who controlled the Yin-Yang mirror let out a sudden splutter and spewed a mouthful of blood.

Gu Qingluan temporarily placed her son to the side, using her finger as a brush to draw a formation around them. Then, she swiftly moved in front of the old man, striking his forehead with the palm of her hand.

Mr. Gui, suppressed by her imposing aura, showed a terrified expression. He had long experienced this woman's abnormal strength. When this palm struck, he knew he was in grave danger.