"Ah—!"
Tian Hen felt as if his head were splitting apart as he violently broke free from the illusion.
He was drenched in sweat, as though he had just experienced an incomparably terrifying nightmare.
His divine power had somehow been sealed long ago. He looked around in confusion.
All he saw before him was an enormous eyeball, radiating an eerie glow.
At that moment, it had him tightly bound with octopus-like tentacles, as if wrapping a rice dumpling.
Though that tied-up posture was, to some extent, not suitable for children.
The key was that a pink-haired loli suddenly popped out, grinning at him.
It had already been an eyesore, but now Tian Hen wished the ground would swallow him whole.
Chen Ying'er, however, paid no mind to that and used the Demon Shadow Stone to record the embarrassed Heavenly Emperor.
He had clearly lost this round. He had been captured directly within the illusion and lost all combat ability.
But after Heavenly Emperor Tian Hen recovered his senses, he could not help feeling a wave of lingering fear.
Because it had felt far too real.
Especially the sensation of drinking...
That burning heat made him feel as though he had truly returned to the first time in his life when he had drunk alcohol.
As the liquor slid down his throat, the spiciness and heat stimulated him.
His mind spun... and his thoughts became scattered.
One had to know that he was a genuine Heavenly Emperor.
He relied on god-level processing power; his mind was always in an incomparably clear state.
Yet he had still been dragged into an inescapable illusion by Han Yu's Evil Eye pupil technique, only to be frightened awake in the end.
If his opponent had intended to kill him in that state, he would probably