"Stepfather!" Shen Zhui was taken aback.
He found himself standing on a decimated battlefield, his stepfather Shen Shan was pinned under a massive stone. Half of his body was exposed. He was spitting out blood, repeatedly calling out Shen Zhui's name.
"Zhui, save me, save me…" Stepfather Shen Shan was gasping for breath as blood poured from his mouth.
Shen Zhui's eyes instantly filled with tears. He was just about to leap to rescue when he regained his consciousness abruptly.
A mind as clear as a mirror can instantly detect dust. His state of mind at this moment was like a mirror covered in a thick layer of black mist, gradually spreading around.
Something's wrong!
"It's an illusion!" Shen Zhui immediately stopped, his gaze cold, his powerful martial will bursting forth.
"Reveal your true self!" His enormously powerful will, accompanied by the strength of his purified soul, spread out from Shen Zhui as the epicenter, assaulting the space around him.
