"Cough, cough! What just happened?"
Just as Xu Yiren felt she was about to be burned to death by the intense flames, she twitched violently and broke free from the illusion.
Gasping for breath and her chest heaving, she reached for her Magic Artifact. She fumbled her waist, only to find her storage bag was missing.
Suddenly, Xu Yiren's face turned unspeakably ugly.
"Damn it!"
Xu Yiren cursed under her breath, then squeezed the Finger Jue in her hand, releasing a ball of light. Using this light, she looked around alertly.
She was still hovering above the altar in the center of the stone forest, but the mask-shaped stone sculpture below her had been shattered into rubble, and she had no idea who did it.
She did not see Whale Falling Chen, Xu Mu, or Shen Gai.
Yang Wanshou, Wang Yin Xian, and Zhang Tianluo were still floating around her, their eyes closed and their faces fraught. They were clearly still trapped in the illusion.
