Zhao Lingtu had broken the illusion with a single throw of his hammer; the immense pressure was immediately gone. Even so, he was still a little dumbfounded. He had only thrown his hammer out to save his own life, but it actually managed to hit the true artifact hidden among the ten thousand illusions? Wasn't this a little too good to be true?
The crowd all heaved a sigh of relief, especially Yu Baixing and the rest behind Zhao Lingtu. They had almost broken out in cold sweat. Only now did they feel that they had simply been paranoid. Since Zhao Lingtu dared to step up to the battlefield with just these numbers, he surely had a way.
As the person controlling the Spirit Illusion Greatsword, Ba Wenjing's expression took a turn for the worse. 'What sort of transcendent artifact is he wielding? How could it pinpoint the true body of the Spirit Illusion Greatsword and strike it with such accuracy? This has never happened before!'
