It was a slightly blurry female face, as if veiled by a layer of gauze.
To be more precise, her entire body was shrouded in mist, clearly not a solid form, making the answer self-evident.
"A new illusion? Could it be another one of Harrison's tricks?"
Leo Ray cautiously retreated a few steps, his gaze fixed on the unexpected tall and slender figure.
Naturally, he couldn't forget the horrors of the previous illusory subordinates.
However, the female illusion in front of him remained motionless, standing there like an exquisitely crafted human statue.
"Lord, this is indeed an illusion, but it is not one of the modified images from before. It originally existed in this temple of the unknown race,"
Little Illusion flapped her butterfly-like transparent wings, hovering in front of the sudden female illusion, and nodded to Leo Ray: "However, due to the erosion of time, it appears blurry and motionless."
"So, does this illusion come from the unknown race that built this temple?"
