And though the Demon Race cultivator before them was also an old monster at the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage, there was an obvious gap between his strength and Lin Xuan's. For him to break free of the illusion before his eyes was even more like a tale from the Arabian Nights.
One had to know that the Yue'er from moments ago had never been Yue'er at all, but Xiao Die in disguise. The two girls worked together with incomparable tacit understanding, and had even played one little trick; otherwise, that old demon would not have fallen into the jar so easily.
Now, regret was far too late.
Of course he would not sit and wait for death. He struggled desperately, only to discover it was utterly useless. Xiao Die's illusions had truly reached a realm with no ancients before her and no successors to come.
If he were a domain powerhouse, perhaps he might still have had a chance to dispel it. But as a mere ordinary old monster at the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage, it would have been one thing if he had not been struck by it; once he fell in, he simply had no strength to break free.
To make a somewhat improper comparison, right now he was like a mosquito that had fallen into a spiderweb—the more he wanted to break loose, the tighter the web bound him.
All his efforts were futile. At this moment, he had already become Xiao Die's prey.
There was not the slightest suspense. Xiao Die alone was enough to doom him to ten thousand kalpas beyond redemption, let alone the fact that Yue'er was still standing beside her.
The little girl had not come merely to watch the show, either.
That was right, Yue'er was only at the early stage