Crimson lightning did not exist in reality. There was already enough red within this three-courtyard compound; there was no place for it.
Ji Li's peripheral vision lifted. Only the breeze stirred the red silk, making it drift in and out of sight. It existed only in Recognition.
Strictly speaking, it was not even within Ji Li's Recognition. Judging from the method of attack, it was more like a symbol of the source that supplied power.
When it appeared, it could split Ji Li's skull open and grant the red-clothed figures the ability to use Soul Attack.
When the starry sky reversed and the loop caused Ji Li to briefly reset, it was naturally blocked. This also caused the red-clothed figures remaining in his mind to lose all their power.
This was no simple matter.
No matter how foolproof a plan was, unexpected circumstances could arise during its execution. Just like this time, he had overlooked the first batch—the three red-clothed figures that should have been dealt with but had instead hidden in his mind.
The contest between red and white had always involved foreshadowing, backup plans, and calculations.
The three red-clothed figures hidden in his mind had guided the next ten red-clothed figures, accelerating the slaughter of the white-robed figures with sharp, ferocious force. They had nearly destroyed Ji Li's Recognition outright.
Fortunately, perhaps because of the Evil Spirit, Ji Li's mental strength had become sufficiently resilient despite being fractured. He forcibly endured this step and held on until the loop could activate, turning defeat into victory.
Now, the thirteen red-clothed figures entered his mind and walked into the graveyard, only to be torn to pieces by the white-robed figures in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, nearly half of the original forty-person wedding procession in reality