Mirror of Illusions (1)

A blood-colored light suddenly gushed out of the scarlet ancient mirror in the Beiming Manor elderly's hand as though it was an everlasting aurora. Without giving Ye Qingtang any time to react, it instantly enshrouded Ye Qingtang in it.

Sensing the aura of this blood-colored light, Ye Qingtang frowned slightly.

This scarlet ancient mirror was a Dharma treasure exclusive to Yang Lords. Its level was extremely high, and only Yang Lords and those above the Yang Lord realm could control and use it.

"Hahaha, little girl, this mirror is the Captive Sky Mirror. Even a Yang Lord will lose control of their body movement once they are caught in this mirror…" The Beiming Manor elderly who held the ancient mirror snickered as he looked at Ye Qingtang, who was sealed within the ancient mirror.

No matter how powerful a Yang Lord was, if they were unable to move and faced two other Yang Lords who were set out to kill, the only outcome was death.