"What?"
Ito Zhai felt a storm of overwhelming Sword Intent sweep in from the front, grinding the Illusory Realm he had painstakingly constructed into shattered fragments. The force of that gale was so fierce his footing turned unstable; he was forced to retreat step after step, only after backing off five steps did he finally steady his body, the shock in his eyes still lingering.
Thud!
Hong Ye broke free from Despair and terror, her delicate body suddenly going limp as she directly collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath in great, heavy gulps, her perky, soft chest heaving violently up and down.
If she had been any later in breaking free from the Illusory Realm, she would absolutely not have escaped a certain-death ending!
At this moment, her gaze also turned toward Ling Chen. The other party's figure remained utterly unmoving, that Hundred-Eyed Demon's Illusion Technique seemingly incapable of shaking him in the slightest.
