Light flickered.
Lu Yang dispelled the illusion affecting Malthus and the others. At the same time, he cleaved the flesh embryo into two with a single sword strike.
Within its core, atop a palm-sized piece of flesh that shimmered in jewel-like rainbow colors, two souls knelt there blankly.
The moment Malthus emerged from the illusion, he could not help but curse. "You actually dared to cast an illusion on me? Do you really think I'm that easy to bully?"
The Void God King was also gasping for breath. The illusion just now had been too terrifying; the mental pressure of Saint-rank experts had suddenly slammed into his soul.
"Good thing Lu Yang was here. Otherwise, all of us would've been finished," the Void God King said fearfully.
Lu Yang smiled and exchanged a glance with the Arcane King. In truth, Lu Yang had secretly unleashed that pressure upon Malthus and the Void God King. Of course, he had not released it directly. When he sensed the two Saint-rank experts within the flesh embryo trying to ambush him with an illusion, he amplified the illusion and redirected it toward Malthus and the others.
The Arcane King looked somewhat embarrassed, but then he turned excitedly toward Malthus and asked, "Was that illusion Saint-rank in power?"
Malthus nodded to himself. "Yes. I really didn't expect the two of them to possess such terrifying spiritual power."
The Arcane King looked at Lu Yang in shock. "Saint-rank?"
Lu Yang merely smiled without answering. To guard against the Heavenly Demons plotting against him, he had constantly cultivated his spiritual power. Sitting in bitter meditation for ten thousand years within the Greater Void Realm was commonplace for him, though he had never told anyone else.
The only thing humans surpassed other races in was spiritual power. If