If it hadn't been for this copper mirror, that strike of mine just now would have surely caused him serious injury.
Ye Qiu inwardly sighed with regret; things had come to this point, and all he could do was to look for another opportunity to activate the magic eye illusion again.
Earlier, the middle-aged man had already fallen into an illusion without realizing it when he threatened to disarm Ye Qiu—allowing for the opportune moment when Ye Qiu severed his opponent's arm. It was just unfortunate that the second strike landed on the copper mirror; one could only say that the middle-aged man was extremely lucky.
"Everything that just happened was an illusion, how exactly did he do that?" Having regained his senses, the middle-aged man held the Yata Mirror in his hand, and as he prepared to attack Ye Qiu, he pondered how he had been tricked just now.
