At Last, the Demonic Flame's True Form

"Out?"

Gu Nanhai and the others surveyed the boundless sea of magma, finally relaxing a little.

"This isn't another illusion, is it?" Elder Yao looked around, his voice tinged with lingering fear.

What had happened earlier had truly frightened them.

No one had expected that, after painstakingly clearing trials for so long within that place, it would turn out to have been nothing but an illusion. All that effort had been wasted, completely pointless.

"This is real." Wei Yang carefully sensed his surroundings and nodded slightly.

"The Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame isn't capable of deceiving us beneath Senior Brother's Black Sun Calamity, then silently and immediately dragging us into another, even more realistic illusion." Xiao Yan smiled as well, letting out a breath as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Having escaped that damned illusion, he felt as though even his soul had become much lighter, as if he had broken free from a swamp.

That feeling had not been apparent at all within the illusion; he had barely noticed it. Yet now that he had truly escaped it, the contrast became strikingly clear.

The Nightmare Heavenly Mist truly deserved to be the Purifying Demonic Lotus Saint's signature technique. It was simply terrifying.

Hearing this, everyone else also let out long breaths and finally set their minds at ease.

It was good that they had gotten out. They truly never wanted to experience that horrifying illusion again.

Just then.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Figures suddenly shot out from thin air atop the floating boulders around them.

They hovered in the sky, gasping for breath, their faces filled with fear as they warily scanned their surroundings in uncertainty.

"It seems that seeing through the illusion caused a chain reaction and brought these fellows out as well," Elder Yao said