Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

Chapter 309: Chapter 167: Snatching the Mirror, He Yuanhun’s Confidence_3

”How about you surrender now and come back with me to the Great Xia Camp? Then I can listen to you explain slowly, how about that?”

In the rapid exchange of swords and blades, He Yuanhun attempted to speak and explain, but Xia Hong paid him no attention. Regardless of what he said, the Yi Blade in Xia Hong’s hand swung faster and faster, each strike aiming directly at his vital points.

Swish...

At the same time, an iron arrow suddenly shot from the flank.

He Yuanhun waved and deflected the iron arrow, turning his head with a frown to see Xia Chuan leading over a hundred men approaching, all ready with bows and arrows, his demeanor changed.

At the moment the Mirror Immortal was eradicated, those under its control had already collapsed, and Xia Chuan, Luo Yuan, and others naturally were out of danger.

There was no need for Xia Hong to speak up; as soon as everyone gathered around and saw Xia Hong battling with He Yuanhun, they immediately raised their longbows to help.

More than a hundred people together, coordinating with Xia Hong, quickly surrounded He Yuanhun.

”He Yuanhun, surrender! You can’t escape!”

Hearing Xia Hong’s address towards He Yuanhun, Xia Chuan, Luo Yuan, and the others were somewhat puzzled. Only Yuwen Dao’s expression tightened, staring at He Yuanhun for a long time, seemingly understanding something, and his face gradually turned angry.

Xia Hong gripped the mirror in his left hand and then looked at He Yuanhun, glancing at the other mirror in his hand, his expression shifted slightly.

He Yuanhun was willing to set the entire Mirror Immortal Camp ablaze, so meticulously and with great effort, all for the sake of those two mirrors in the end.

It’s not hard to guess that these two mirrors must be hiding immense benefits.

Good things, He Yuanhun wanted them.

He, of course, wanted them too.

Surrounded, He Yuanhun showed little fear on his face, only staring at the half-mirror in Xia Hong’s hand, as if contemplating something.

Soon, He Yuanhun seemed to have figured something out, he smiled at Xia Hong, and suddenly slapped the black mirror in his hand against his right eye.

The mirror, upon contact with his eye, automatically shrank and then transformed into a beam of spiritual light, directly merging into it.

”Leader Xia Hong, that mirror in your hand can’t exert much power. If you give it to me, I promise to offer you an even greater benefit in the future, how about that?”

The answer to He Yuanhun was Xia Hong’s faster and stronger offensive, and the hundreds of iron arrows from Xia Chuan, Luo Yuan, Yuwen Dao, and others rushing forward.

Facing the rain of arrows and Xia Hong’s assault, He Yuanhun seemed to realize he couldn’t persuade Xia Hong. Showing a trace of helplessness, his right eye suddenly emitted a chilling black light.

Whoosh...

The black light from He Yuanhun’s eye suddenly spread, reflecting a fresh, lush, vibrant world.

At the same time, the space around his eyes began to distort, the air ceased to flow, and even the iron arrows flying toward him suddenly stopped mid-air, suspended.

This bizarre scene made Xia Hong and the others of Great Xia’s pupils tighten, all standing still.

Only Yuwen Dao, Hong Guang, and the 41 Earth-digging Realm from the Mirror Immortal Camp recognized the Different Space as the illusory world that the Mirror Immortal had previously used to beguile people into suicide.

”Leader Xia Hong, this mirror is called the Yin Yang Mirror, the one in your hand is the Yang side, and the one in my hand is the Yin side. Since you don’t want to give it to me, let it stay in your hands for a while. One day, you’ll willingly hand it over to me.”

As the space continued to warp, He Yuanhun’s body was slowly absorbed into the black light emitting from his eye.

At the same time, those who had collapsed within the Mirror Immortal’s camp, having already committed suicide once, were also absorbed by the black light.

After a dozen breaths, the entire Mirror Immortal Camp was empty.

Only Xia Hong and the others remained, along with He Yuanhun’s final self-assured voice echoing in the air.

One day, would he willingly hand over the mirror to him?

Xia Hong looked down at the white mirror in his hand, his brows tightly furrowed.