Chapter 11: The Battle Eight Thousand Years Ago

Outside the great hall.

Sikong Lun's mind was like mush.

He had not yet recovered from the act of the Saint Heart Mirror shard escaping in the midst of battle.

Then, he saw a colossal hand that was half black and half white, effortlessly yank back the Saint Heart Mirror into the hall, as if snatching a chicken.

Sikong Lun saw clearly, just as the colossal hand of black and white stretched out.

The Saint Heart Mirror shard suddenly burst forth with a profound black radiance, its aura shaking heaven and earth.

Yet, under the might of that colossal hand, the profound radiance was like fire meeting water, dissolving in an instant.

"This, this, this..."

Sikong Lun's heart trembled.

That was an Evil Soldier.

And a true Divine Weapon shard.

Without the emergence of Divine Weapons, their shards are invincible.

Impenetrable by human force, that is an ironclad rule.