Sure enough, when Ye Xiwen opened his eyes again, he found himself still inside the Demon Suppression Tower. A faint chill of sweat broke out on him. His state of mind had long been tempered until it was as firm as a rock; ordinary illusions could not possibly affect it, especially with the Myriad Heart Ancient Tree constantly shrouding his divine sense.
Even in a life-and-death battle, his state of mind would not ripple in the slightest, remaining at its calmest. Yet someone had actually taken advantage of a gap and drawn out his memories. If he had not reacted at once, he might truly have sunk deeper and deeper, with consequences too terrible to contemplate.
Sure enough, the moment Ye Xiwen opened his eyes, he saw dozens of enormous Phantom Devils rushing at him with shrill, sinister laughter. Their bodies were pitch-black, their eyes crimson, and they looked like ravenous beasts driven mad by hunger.
"How is that possible? How could he break free from the illusion we created together so quickly?" one Phantom Devil cried in abject terror.
Within the Devil Realm, Phantom Devils had always been a lowly race. Their sole gift was creating illusions. Legend had it that an illusion formed by the devil god of the Phantom Devil race could drag an entire world into its falsehood, causing its inhabitants to slaughter one another.
Though their abilities in direct combat were not particularly poor, compared with their renowned power to create illusions, they were merely a firefly before the moon.
So it really was these Phantom Devils!
Back when he had been in the Yi Yuan Sect, Ye Xiwen had crossed paths with Phantom Devils before. But those Phantom Devils were utterly incomparable to these ones, which had all reached the Transcendent Realm or above.