"B*stard!" No matter how strong his endurance was, after hearing these words, Sage Xuanfeng felt like his chest was about to explode. "Mad Southern Ye, you forced me to do this!"
Then, he took out a mirror from his robe. It was a bronze mirror about the size of a palm. It was entirely black, and on it was a design of twisted patterns.
The moment the mirror was taken out, the expressions of Fang Tianhua, who was standing in the distance, and Qi Qingfeng, who was standing beside Ye Chen, changed at the same time. "This...this is the Soul Catcher Mirror?!"