A second later, a large bronze mirror materialized in midair. When her fingertips touched its surface, it cleared, and images slowly appeared.
Three seconds later, the very scene Feng Xiyan had witnessed appeared within the mirror.
The instant Tuluo Cheng saw the hundred figures standing opposite the garrison's soldiers, his face was filled with disbelief.
Stumbling back a few steps, Tuluo Cheng muttered tremblingly, "Impossible… How—how could the Dizhu Tribe do this? Aren't they afraid of being punished by the God of Beasts?"
While Tuluo Cheng remained in shock, Zhan Qi watched the bloody scene in silence.
When the image reached the moment the Dizhu Tribe broke through the garrison gates and feasted on the flesh and blood of the common people, he could no longer stay calm.
Clenching his fist, he slammed it onto the wooden table.
Bam! Crash!
The old wooden table couldn't withstand Zhan Qi's explosive internal energy and shattered into pieces in an instant.
