The person who had torn apart the illusion stepped out, a familiar face, familiar black eyes.
It was Chief Liu, who had just died!
Everyone's smiles froze in an instant, and they stood rooted to the spot.
A strange smile appeared on Chief Liu's corpse, as if mocking their relieved expressions, their belief that they had been saved.
Terror once again enveloped them all.
A deeper despair descended, but they did not know this was only the beginning.
Riiip—
When the illusion was torn open once more, another person walked in, wearing the same strange smile.
It was the cultivator who had died earlier!
Riiip—
It was the villager they had chopped into pieces at the very beginning!
Riiip, riiip...
The sound that symbolized hope rang out again and again. The illusion was torn apart time after time. At first, everyone had been filled with hope, but later, upon hearing that sound, they had already become numb.
Hope.
Despair.
Over and over again.
After it had repeated fifteen times, when everyone saw the puppets walking in from outside, someone finally could not bear it any longer and broke down.
"It's playing with us!"
"We can't get out."
"We can't get out of this illusion. We're going to die here!"
A cultivator who looked like a student suddenly broke down. He collapsed onto the ground, trembling all over. Faced with the coming blood rain, he could not summon the slightest desire to resist.
The first burst of effort fades, the second weakens, and the third is spent.
His fighting spirit had been ground away by one repeated illusion after another.
He no longer even believed he could leave alive. He only hoped he could die quickly, without suffering torture. That alone would be fortunate.
Once he began to collapse, the people