Great Strength Asura King

"Hmph, the light of a firefly..." All three Asuras had cultivation comparable to Golden Core Stage cultivators, but faced with their attacks, which came like collapsing mountains and roaring tsunamis, Wu Xuemei merely gave a disdainful snort.

As she spoke, she gently waved the peach blossom branch in her hand again, shaking loose a few pink petals.

"Pink Butterfly Dance." Wu Xuemei parted her crimson lips and softly uttered the words. At her voice, the fallen petals fluttered through the air like pink butterflies, irresistibly drawing the mind toward them.

Is this woman best at attacks involving mental illusions? Even as a bystander, Zhuge Xiang could feel the attraction of those pink peach blossom petals. Inwardly startled, he hurriedly collected his thoughts.

Other techniques were fairly easy to defend against, but against attacks involving mental illusions, there were no defensive moves to employ. One could only endure them through sheer willpower and mental strength.

Even Zhuge Xiang, who suffered only a little of the spillover, had nearly failed to withstand it, let alone these two Asuras. The cultivation methods of those in the Demon Realm mostly emphasized overwhelming brute force, and the Asuras of the Asura Path were even more so. They did not cultivate Divine Sense, focusing instead on strength, and likewise found it difficult to withstand attacks involving mental illusions.

Sure enough, as the peach blossom petals drifted toward them, the ferocity and savagery in the three Asuras' eyes slowly receded, replaced by confusion and exhaustion. In mere moments, the three Asuras, who had just been brimming with murderous intent, closed their eyes one after another. With peaceful smiles on their faces, they plunged straight out of the sky. They had actually fallen asleep.

Although Asuras did not cultivate Divine Sense, with cultivation comparable to the Golden Core