Wu Xu touched the mirror with his hands and his eyes swept about.
"Brothers, please help me!"
When he said this, there were many Taoists who flashed forward to the sides of this mirror.
Using Soul Power to activate it, a giant whirlpool formed in the mirror. The mirror light shone through and broke through layers of space.
In the end, when the whirlpool settled down, there were many ripples on the face of the mirror. A blurred picture started to appear.
It was an island within a lake, slowing becoming clearer and clearer.
When the scene appeared fully in front of everyone, everyone in the room held their breath.
They could only see blood. The pavilions and buildings were mostly gone and there were broken ruins and dust everywhere. There were also pieces of human flesh scattered around.
Blood flowed, dyeing the lake water around the small island red.