บท 1518: Threat

Berserker Immortal exerted strength again. The sure-kill bullet couldn't continue spinning under his immense pressure. The bullet kept trembling, but it couldn't move at all. It was almost flattened under the terrifying forces of his fingers.

The Golden Wyrm Scissors charged over again. Unwilling to fight the Golden Wyrm Scissors head-on, Berserker Immortal could only duck again.

As Berserker Immortal dodged, the bullet in his hand turned into an ancient mirror.

Berserker Immortal's reaction was already very fast. He threw out the ancient mirror in his hand, but he was too close to it. The light from the ancient mirror continued shining on him.

When the strange light shone on Berserker Immortal, his body and the blood-colored sword beam that filled the sky suddenly vanished, leaving nothing behind.