He Qiusheng's shock and fury nearly took tangible form.
Yes, that overwhelming sea of black fire just now, that scorching sensation that pierced straight into the soul... all of it had merely been a carefully constructed illusion.
The true killing move had been the Palace Lantern itself, which he had somehow quietly sent behind Chen Fei, intending to launch a fatal strike while Chen Fei dealt with the sea of fire before him at full strength.
Yet Chen Fei had not only seen through the illusion ahead, but seemed to have known the location of his true killing move from the very beginning. In an even fiercer manner, he had forced it out and struck it heavily.
His strike had failed, his illusion had been broken, and his true body had suffered a blow... the successive setbacks and Chen Fei's unfathomable display temporarily suppressed the madness and killing intent in He Qiusheng's heart beneath a more rational sense of crisis.
If he continued to clash head-on, even with the environment empowering him and demonic qi flooding his body, he likely would not gain much advantage. He might even capsize in a gutter.
Vengeful Demons were mad, but they were not stupid, especially when facing a crisis of life and death.
Without the slightest hesitation, the surging black resentment around He Qiusheng abruptly contracted. The next instant, his entire figure vanished from where he stood, like a drop of ink dissolving into the sea.
There was no escaping radiance, no spatial fluctuation. He simply disappeared without warning.
Yet at the very instant He Qiusheng vanished, Chen Fei's figure likewise disappeared eerily from the spot, as though he had never existed at all.
After the two vanished one after another, the ruins plaza, which had just undergone a fierce battle and whose