The pair of crystal blue eyes scanned the area where Zhao Feng was. Strands of mental energy extended like a spider web.
Zhao Feng felt the ground below him shake and shatter suddenly, becoming an abyss. In the air, several fireballs, that weighed several tons, flew at him. The destruction they could cause could even threaten the lives of those at the True Spirit Realm.
In front of life and death a green glow appeared in Zhao Feng’s left eyeball and the azure light in the dimension of his left eye spun quicker.
Hu!
Zhao Feng took a deep breath as the illusion in front of him shattered. His back was covered in cold sweat.
The hooded figure’s illusion had almost caused Zhao Feng to fall for it.
One had to know, even the Illusion Fox, whose forte was illusions, couldn’t affect Zhao Feng.
