Passing on the Lamp of the Buddha's Heart: Wu Song Infused with Spiritual Power; the Emergency Headband Is Developed! (Continued)

If I hadn't possessed a divine spark, you almost would've fooled me."

That was extremely high praise.

Even Lin Chen had nearly been deceived. An ordinary enemy of the same rank would absolutely be toyed with in the palm of his hand.

"Hehe, of course."

His true form appeared in the corner, his face brimming with pride:

"With this body, I feel like my control over illusions has improved by more than double!

Before, I was forcibly fabricating false images.

Now, it's a blend of illusion and reality—false within true, true within false. Who could possibly see through it?"

"Don't get carried away."

Lin Chen reminded him:

"There's also a core skill: [Retreat from the Rushing Rapids].

That's the foundation of your survival, and it's what I value most about you in the upcoming dungeon."

"Understood!"

The Mirage Dragon's expression turned solemn.

He suddenly drew in a deep breath and flicked the spear in his hand.

The moisture in the air instantly condensed into a savage water dragon that charged fiercely at the empty space before it.

Its momentum was incomparably immense, as though it were about to fight someone to the death.

Yet at the very instant the water dragon shot forth—

the Mirage Dragon's body borrowed the recoil.

Like a droplet merging into the sea, his body traced a bizarre arc through the air, instantly blinking ten meters backward and pressing directly against the door of the meditation chamber.

One advance, one retreat.

Incredibly smooth.

If an enemy's attention were drawn by that water dragon, preparing to take it head-on or counterattack, they would discover that their opponent had long since vanished without a trace!

"Perfect."

Lin Chen couldn't help applauding.

This was exactly the effect he wanted.

The Mount Putuo dungeon was Cthulhu's home turf, filled everywhere