"The god behind the Hidemoto clan, the illusion you created isn't too shabby at all!"
As soon as Ye Chen said that, the space before him rippled several times, and then the scene shook violently. The scene before him turned into the underground palace of the Hidemoto clan's shrine.
At that moment, he was still standing on the hanging bridge. An old man in a green Daoist robe with a horsetail whisk in his hand stood across him. The old man had a pointed mouth and monkey's cheeks. His cheekbones protruded, and he did not look like a normal person.
However, he looked terrible. There was a hint of fear in his eyes as he looked at Ye Chen, "You're the first one to walk out of my illusion!"
"I must say that your illusion ability is very powerful. It's so powerful that I almost believe it's real!" Ye Chen smiled lightly.
