"An Illusion made real; this power belongs only to the Illusion Beast King. Brother Ye Zhen, it was my oversight!" Caiyi's voice carried a tone of self-blame.
"It's fine, it's just an Illusion Beast King, right?"
Ye Zhen laughed heartily, and his Profound Yang Sword suddenly unsheathed, unleashing a howl of Sword Qi.
In an instant, the ghost monster beasts and the blazing flames were all shattered by Ye Zhen's Sword Qi, and as for the incoming poisonous miasma, a swipe of his palm wind dispersed it.
"Is this Illusion Beast King just this much?"
In the span of a few breaths, Ye Zhen had slain over a hundred ghost monster beasts, slightly astonished. However, in the very next moment, Ye Zhen's expression abruptly froze.
In just an instant, the ghost monster beasts he had just slain were reassembled out of thin air and launched an assault on him again, only to be slain by Ye Zhen once more, resulting in an endless cycle.
