Chapter 11 The Battle Eight Thousand Years Ago

Outside the great hall.

Sikong Lun's mind was a mess like paste.

He hadn't even recovered from the sudden escape of the Saint Heart Mirror shard in the midst of battle.

Then he saw a huge hand, black and white, which, as if grabbing a chicken, "pulled" the Saint Heart Mirror back into the hall.

Sikong Lun clearly saw that as soon as the massive black and white hand reached out.

The Saint Heart Mirror shard suddenly burst into a mysterious color light, its aura shaking heaven and earth.

But its powerful light, in the face of the massive black and white hand, was like fire meeting water, instantly dissolving.

"This... this... this..."

Sikong Lun trembled within.

That was an Evil Soldier.

And a genuine shard of a Divine Weapon.

Without the actual Divine Weapon, its shards are invincible.

A force that cannot be resisted by human power, this is an iron law.

But now, Sikong Lun had discovered, perhaps the shard of the Divine Weapon wasn't as strong as he had imagined?