Ravid's roundhouse kick landed firmly on Faust's head. A blob of silver liquid spurted out of Faust's lips, and along with it flew out two silver teeth. Compared to the physical pain, Faust was more concerned about the question in his mind.
Why?
"Cough… Pfft…" Faust spat out more blood. His eyes widened as he looked at Feng Bujue. "What… what is going on? Earlier, I saw you…"
"Of course, it was just a show," Feng Bujue answered.
"Impossible, Ravid's illusions are unable to fool me…" Faust was only halfway through when Ravid cut him off.
"It was not an illusion." It ground its paws on the ground. "I know that you can differentiate between my illusions and reality, but placing a partial illusion on the real creature, you haven't seen that trick before, right?"
