My Antique Mirror Is A Portal To Another World-Chapter 571: At A Disadvantage

The moment he heard this, Feng Xiyan understood how the Dizhu Tribe managed to defeat thousands of the Feng Army’s soldiers with only a few hundred warriors.

Gripping the warhorse’s reins tightly, his eyes turned colder. "Understood."

With the Yin Mirror flying beside him, Feng Xiyan drew his sword and shouted, "Keep your distance and cover each other! Kill them all!"

Drawing their weapons, Zhan Qi, Zhong Zi’an, and the soldiers roared in response, "Kill!"

The instant the two sides collided, the war drums shifted again, their rhythm reaching its peak.

Dum! Dum! Dum! Dum!

Swiftly scanning the battlefield, Feng Xiyan soon spotted the tribe leader not far away. Pulling on his warhorse’s reins, he changed direction and charged straight toward him.

Sensing the approaching cold, murderous aura from behind, the tribe leader turned his head and saw Feng Xiyan rushing toward him at high speed. Instead of retreating, he rushed forward to meet Feng Xiyan directly.

When the distance between them shrank to less than two meters, the tribe leader kicked off the ground and leaped forward, his sword aimed directly at Feng Xiyan’s throat.

Without a change in expression, Feng Xiyan leaned back, smoothly dodging the attack.

As the tribe leader flew past him, their eyes met.

Seeing the opportunity, Feng Xiyan’s eyes flickered coldly.

Clamping his thighs around the warhorse’s body, Feng Xiyan shifted sideways, then used his palm to push himself into the air. As his body rose, he turned around in midair.

With the tribe leader’s back fully exposed, Feng Xiyan stabbed his black sword downward.

Swish!

As the black sword sliced through the air, the tribe leader realized he had no time to dodge. Making a split-second decision, he tensed his entire body.

A heartbeat later, Feng Xiyan’s sword struck his back.

Stab!

Feng Xiyan’s expression sank when he discovered that the attack had left only a shallow wound on the tribe leader’s back.

Landing lightly back on his warhorse, Feng Xiyan lifted his gaze and saw the tribe leader roll across the ground.

Floating above him, the Yin Mirror snapped her fingers once more.

Snap!

Another gentle gust of wind swept across the battlefield, dispersing the stench of death.

Scanning the chaos below, the Yin Mirror frowned slightly and reported, "Master, we are at a disadvantage."

As her words fell, Feng Xiyan beheaded two more Dizhu Tribe members.

Slash! Slash!

Thud! Thud!

Without slowing down his attack, Feng Xiyan hummed in agreement. "Mhm, I know."

Observing the battlefield further, the Yin Mirror continued, "Master, we have already lost more than a hundred elite soldiers. We cannot continue close-range combat like this."

Feng Xiyan frowned. "Do you have an idea?"

After a brief pause, the Yin Mirror replied, "Fairy Bai should be able to help us."

Feng Xiyan rejected it instantly. "No. I won’t let Yun’er come here. It’s too dangerous."

"All we need is a weapon from Fairy Bai’s world," the Yin Mirror explained. "There is no need for her to come in person."

After cutting down several more enemies, Feng Xiyan asked, "Can you contact her? I don’t have a spare moment to talk right now."

"Yes. I will contact Fairy Bai right away." The Yin Mirror nodded and snapped her fingers again, dispersing the smell of blood again.

While they discussed their plan, the tribe leader sensed something amiss.

Sniffing the air, he frowned. ’Why can’t I smell the fragrance bestowed by the Beast God today? What’s happening?’

While fighting, he scanned the battlefield. When his gaze landed on the Yin Mirror hovering above Feng Xiyan, his pupils constricted.

"That woman... How can she be here?"

Recognizing her, a sense of danger and urgency appeared in his heart for the first time since he led his people out of their territory.

Fighting nearby, one of the Dizhu Tribe’s strongest warriors was fighting over a dozen Feng Army’s elite soldiers alone.

Rolling across the ground, he narrowly avoided their coordinated attacks. When he raised his head, he saw fear flickering across his tribe leader’s face.

Instantly, he froze in his place. Unfortunately, that hesitation cost him his life.

Stab! Stab! Stab!

Sensing the pain hit his body, he came back to his senses. Lowering his head, the Dizhu Tribe’s warrior watched blood spray from the wounds piercing his flesh.

Clenching his jaw, he grabbed the swords stabbed into his body and pulled them out by force.

"Ugh!"

Seeing this, the elite soldiers exchanged glances and withdrew their swords at the same time.

In an instant, blood spurted out from the wounds across the Dizhu Tribe’s warrior’s body.

"Cough!" The Dizhu Tribe’s warrior spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to his knees. Before his consciousness faded, he lifted his eyes with great difficulty, taking one final look at his tribe leader.

But instead of the confident, invincible figure he once knew, all he saw was fear. His lips parted as if to speak, but no sound came. Slowly, the light faded from his eyes.

Once his breathing stopped, the elite soldiers turned and joined back into battle.

Meanwhile, as she continued dispersing the smell of death in the air, the Yin Mirror contacted the Yang Mirror.

"Husband, are you still with Fairy Bai?" she asked with a hint of urgency in her gentle voice.

In the living room, the Yang Mirror’s eyes lit up when he heard his wife’s voice. Smiling warmly, he asked eagerly, "Wife, do you miss me? Should I go back to keep you company?"

Ignoring his questions, the Yin Mirror asked again, "Is Fairy Bai awake?"

Sensing the urgency under her gentle tone, the Yang Mirror put away his playful expression and replied seriously, "She is still asleep. Wife, what’s wrong? Why do you need her at this hour?"

"My Master needs her help," the Yin Mirror explained briefly. "The Dizhu Tribe is attacking the Yurong Border Pass right now, and we are at a disadvantage."

When the Yang Mirror heard this, he asked anxiously, "Why don’t you use your spell? Are you injured?"