Rustle, rustle.
Shen Yi listened to the wind whistling past his ear as a fleeting scene flashed before his eyes.
A demon with a fierce face charged toward him, piercing through his chest with its sharp claws.
One after another, familiar faces filled with terror were torn apart by indiscriminate blades, splashing blood everywhere.
A Great Demon carrying a sky-high crimson hue swept across the firmament, beneath which cities crumbled and fell apart as the wails of wronged souls were incessant in his ears.
"..."
With a gentle wave of his sleeve, that all-too-false illusion instantaneously shattered to pieces.
He had practiced Divine Soul methods back when he was in the Divinity Transformation Realm, and after achieving Return to Void, he had further strengthened his Divine Soul while studying formations.
Such rudimentary illusions were now hardly capable of affecting him.
Shen Yi lifted his gaze and looked forward.
