To outsiders, the battle between Su Yi and Demon Emperor Huan Ting appeared exceedingly strange.
The two stood suspended in the air, facing each other from afar.
Yet the void where they stood was shrouded in a hazy, dim gray mist of the Great Dao.
Demon Emperor Huan Ting controlled the mist, continually trapping Su Yi within it.
Yet every time, Su Yi broke free with nothing more than a step and a wave of his hand.
There were neither heaven-shaking scenes nor any eye-searing destructive power. It all seemed utterly unremarkable.
Yet whether Luo Yao and the others or the Extraterritorial Heavenly Devils, all held their breaths as they watched without blinking, their expressions grave.
This was a contest of souls!
Unlike ordinary battles of secret soul arts, at Demon Emperor Huan Ting's level, his use of soul power had already plumbed the very depths of creation. With supreme methods, he could influence and distort an opponent's soul memories and cognition, wondrous beyond measure.
Simply put, if the soul of a Nine Refinement God Lord were affected and its memories and cognition obscured, it would fall into an illusion that seemed utterly real and sink into it completely!
Such soul power was also the most terrifying.
And now, after Su Yi consecutively shattered those three layers of illusion, the Great Dao mist filling the sky suddenly collapsed as though it had exploded.
Demon Emperor Huan Ting let out a muffled groan, and his expression changed drastically.
The three layers of soul illusion he had unleashed were linked ring after ring, as real as reality itself. They were also his most powerful trump card.
Yet Su Yi had broken them with ridiculous ease!
As the three layers of soul illusion shattered, Demon Emperor Huan Ting also suffered a backlash!
"Illusory