The cold air spilled outward, and the two tentacles rising from the river were instantly frozen into ice crystals.
Shui Bingmiao did not know exactly what was happening beneath the surface of the Ability Institute lately, but Lu Mian's inexplicable attack on the two of them made him especially furious.
Cold Crystal Sword.
Shui Bingmiao instantly condensed more than a dozen ice swords, suspending them all around him. He was just about to control them to stab at Lu Mian when—
Yu Jing's palm landed on his shoulder, forcibly stopping his attack.
"Wait... take a closer look, Shui Bingmiao!"
"This is!!"
Reminded by Yu Jing, Shui Bingmiao quickly came to his senses. The two sat facing each other, pressing their palms together and circulating their cultivation methods through the transmission of power.
They paid no attention to the tentacles growing from the river and lashing their bodies. They only focused on circulating their cultivation methods and sensing the abnormality in their minds.
Buzz!
The illusion was dispelled.
Yu Jing and Shui Bingmiao returned to the end of the bridge. Across the arched bridge was Lu Mian, chatting and laughing with a group of women.
"We were affected here?!"
At first, Shui Bingmiao had thought that Lu Mian had planted an illusory trap in his words as they brushed past each other, causing the two of them to fall victim to it. Who could have imagined that they had already been deeply trapped in the illusion the moment they saw Lu Mian at the bridgehead?
An illusion that seeped through their defenses without the slightest warning—truly terrifying.
"He probably triggered the illusion through the night and the ripples on the lake... Lu Mian should also be at the 'National Universe' level. It isn't suitable to start a conflict tonight, so let