After the Illusory Spirit Realm was broken, the people of the four great clans sat on the ground in a daze. They looked confused, completely unaware of what was going on.
However, one thing was certain: their lives were saved.
"Was everything just an illusion?" Xue Hanxi sat on the ground, panting. Although he was tired, his mind still had the energy to think.
If everything was an illusion, wouldn't they have wasted their efforts just now? And those people who had been killed by the poisonous snakes and ferocious beasts were also illusions. There shouldn't be anybody who died.
When Xue Hanxi thought about how his trusted subordinates might still be alive, he was overjoyed. He felt a lot more relaxed as he lay weakly on the ground, breathing heavily. There was a faint smile on his face.
