The bald, middle-aged man had pinned his hopes on the woman in white, but he had never expected her to lose so quickly—and flee wounded. The silver-haired young man, meanwhile, had not suffered the slightest loss in strength. Now, with Luo Qian and the others closing in, the bald man's blue bell would not hold out much longer. And there was still the silver-haired young man beside them, whose strength was even more terrifying.
"Brat, you think you'll be safe hiding inside that tortoise shell? Once your Bull Grandpa smashes it to bits, I'll rip out your tendons and peel off your skin, then swallow you whole." Seeing that victory was assured, the Eight-Legged Demon Bull Beast roared with laughter and brought its enormous stone hammer down on the blue bell again and again. The psychic artifact rang and hummed.
"No, you can't kill me! Do you think the cloud gate formed by Illusion Ice Peak is something you can enter and leave whenever you please? This is a secret realm, yes, but offending the Illusionist Clan here is no different from courting death."
Seeing that the Eight-Legged Demon Bull Beast and the others had driven him into a dead end, with no way to escape by land or sky, the bald man cried out in panic.
"What the hell is this Illusionist Clan? You can come up with a hundred excuses today, and you still won't escape being swallowed whole by your Bull Grandpa!" The Eight-Legged Demon Bull Beast sneered, not taking his threat to heart in the slightest.
The Eight-Legged Demon Bull Beast didn't care, but Qiao Lan's expression changed drastically. Her attacks slowed despite herself. "The Illusionist Clan?"
This was the first time Lu Xiaotian had heard of such a thing. He furrowed his brow, especially after