Victory

"Good... very good! Little Wang, it seems you really need some guidance from a senior!"

On the other side of the arena, hearing Wang Zhifan's arrogant, provocative words blaring from the loudspeakers, Master Yin laughed instead of getting angry. He decided to attack and teach Wang Zhifan a serious lesson.

Without any particularly obvious movement from him, the hundred or so pale phantoms lined up before him moved in unison, crushing toward Little Red and Wang Zhifan. The sheer numerical disparity made it seem as though Wang Zhifan and Little Red were facing an entire army.

Pretending to be enraged... As expected of an old hand.

Facing the mass of pale shadows pressing toward him, Wang Zhifan did not pay them much attention. Instead, he directed his gaze past them toward Master Yin, who appeared to be standing alone in the distance.

To those unfamiliar with the trade, Master Yin's actions looked like those of an old man angered senseless by a youngster, rashly sending every one of his summons forward to attack without any regard for his own safety. It seemed extremely foolish.

But Wang Zhifan's perception was exceptionally sharp. He knew this was merely a surface illusion created by Master Yin. If anyone believed Master Yin's defenses were weak right now and thought they could send a hidden summon to ambush him, they would be gravely mistaken.

The reason was simple. The Master Yin currently visible to everyone was actually a lifelike illusion! If anyone truly tried to ambush him, they would realize at the last moment that they had been deceived and would instead fall into an encirclement themselves! The real Master Yin had already slipped underground without anyone noticing, and he still had numerous evil-spirit summons hidden around him that he had not released. He had