"Chen Zhao! Stop!"
"What are you doing?"
Wen Xi cried out and tried to step forward to stop him, but it was already too late.
The sword light was as swift as lightning, about to slash across Cui Yiting's neck.
At the critical moment—
Clang!
A crisp ring of metal striking metal rang out.
The longsword in Chen Zhao's hand was firmly caught by a slender palm.
"He's fallen under an illusion!"
A faint glow covered Jiang Fan's palm. No matter how Chen Zhao's sword struggled, it could not advance even an inch.
"Brother Chen!"
"Wake up!"
His low shout was like thunder exploding beside Chen Zhao's ear.
That voice contained a powerful force of divine sense, like a basin of cold water poured instantly over Chen Zhao's chaotic mind.
At the same time, Jiang Fan flicked a finger, and a fresh fluorescent barrier immediately enveloped Chen Zhao, cutting him off from the poisonous miasma outside.
Chen Zhao shuddered all over.
The crimson red in his eyes quickly faded, replaced by shock and confusion.
"I... what happened to me?"
He looked at the longsword in his hand, recalling what had just occurred. Disbelief appeared on his face.
Jiang Fan looked at him and smiled.
"Just now, a flaw in your own barrier allowed the Poison Mist to erode your divine sense, causing you to hallucinate!"
"You mistook Brother Cui for an enemy, which was why you attacked him!"
Heard this, Chen Zhao's face instantly turned deathly pale. He hurriedly put away his sword and cupped his hands toward Cui Yiting in apology.
"Brother Cui, I'm sorry!"
"I truly... had already lost consciousness just now..."
Cui Yiting was still shaken, too. He waved a hand and gave a bitter smile.
"It's fine, it's fine. Luckily Brother Jiang acted in time!"
"Otherwise,