Meng Lang laughed, "Now you regret chasing people away, don't you?"
Tan'er punched him on the head, knocking him to the ground.
Chen Long said coldly, "Since it's an illusion, destroy it. I refuse to believe that if we demolish all the shops on this street, the illusion can still persist! Fall back, everyone."
Meng Lang, with a large bump on his head, quickly rolled to the side.
The others also retreated a few steps.
Chen Long drew out his heavy sword, infusing the blade with inner strength.
The sound of dragon roars seemed to echo in everyone's ears.
With one strike, he could split mountains and rivers.
With another, he could pacify heaven and earth.
With two thunderous bangs, the shops collapsed; the whole street turned into a wasteland under the yellow sand in the air.
Chen Long led everyone across the ruins.
To their utter disbelief, half an hour later, they found themselves back at the same spot.
