Qing Ling was tightly holding the small white mirror with both hands, wisps of green light emitted from the small body formed by Qing Ling, entwining around the white mirror, and quickly infiltrating it, actually refining the mirror on the spot.
Just a breath later, with a crisp sound, the green barrier covering Devil Heaven shattered, a shadow flashed, and Devil Heaven escaped, but his face turned extremely ugly.
Before Devil Heaven could make any move, Qing Ling's lips moved slightly a few times.
The gold and ink-colored barrier in mid-air shattered with a roar, and the golden puppet and ink-colored puppet fell straight down from mid-air, guarding Qing Ling on either side.
"Friend Devil Heaven, the Chaos Mirror is now in my hands, do you really think you can still snatch it?" Qing Ling sneered coldly.
Devil Heaven stared grimly at Qing Ling, hands clasped in a magic gesture, and the green demon ape below suddenly transformed into a green light and flew into the Chaos Stele.
