When true becomes false, false also becomes true.
The so-called blending of void and reality meant that within the illusion art, true killing intent was hidden.
False within false, true within true—it left one unable to tell them apart.
But with the slightest carelessness, one would truly fall.
After hearing Xiao Tao's warning, Yue'er's face also showed a trace of gravity.
With a sweep of her jade hand, dense Yin energy emerged around her body. After a slight surge, it transformed into several dozen skeletons.
Each one was roughly the size of a house.
Red light shot from their eyes, while their mouths spewed out eerie green ghost fire, charging to kill the two giants at the very front.
The two giants naturally refused to show weakness either. Raising the wolf-tooth maces in their hands, they pounced over with savage ferocity.
A great battle was about to break out.
Yet the scene that followed made one's eyes go wide.
The flames passed straight through the bodies of the two giants without the slightest obstruction.
These two fellows looked vicious, but in truth they were no more than flowers in a mirror, the moon in water.
Illusion art!
Yue'er let out a breath of relief. So they were only paper tigers that looked frightening.
Yet before that thought had even finished turning, an extremely faint sound of something tearing through the air reached her ears.
The sound was exceedingly thin. If Yue'er's spiritual sense had not been extraordinary, and if her attention had not been focused, she might have found it hard to detect such a change.
"Not good!"
A cold gleam shrank in Yue'er's eyes, and without thinking, her body shifted sideways.
Spiritual light abruptly flared all over her, and she flew off on a slant.
Her movements could not