Xing Chenyang frowned tightly. He paid no mind to the injuries within his body; what concerned him more was the battle just now.
Calling it a reversal by his afterimages was probably inaccurate. What had actually happened was that, after falling under an illusion, Xing Chenyang had ordered his afterimages to attack him.
In other words, without realizing it, Xing Chenyang had already become completely unable to distinguish friend from foe. He had not even realized that he had issued commands to his afterimages.
The afterimages possessed no spiritual wisdom. Naturally, they carried out whatever Xing Chenyang commanded.
Even if the afterimages had possessed spiritual wisdom, it would have been useless. Xing Chenyang himself had no resistance whatsoever against Chen Fei's illusion arts, so those afterimages had even less chance of resisting.
When the Illusionary Moon Maze Step had first been created, the possibility of afterimages being turned against their creator had been considered. That was why the afterimages had specifically been made without spiritual wisdom and completely obedient to the caster.
As for the caster falling under an illusion, that was not a problem with the Illusionary Moon Maze Step. That was the caster's own problem.
Xing Chenyang replayed the battle in his mind. The one thing he could not understand was exactly how he had fallen under the illusion.
The three afterimages circling around him had not provided any protection at all. They had not even given him a warning. Xing Chenyang had never encountered such a situation before.
Junior Brother Chen's attainments in illusion arts were not merely a notch above his own. They surpassed his by an unknowable extent, enough to crush him so thoroughly.
"Junior Brother Xing, are you all right?"
A disciple familiar with Xing Chenyang saw him standing there in a daze and