Wei Huai'an shouted the warning, but it was already too late.
Zhao Chongfeng had been waiting for this chance. Illusion Arts were different from other Evil Arts: if someone was on guard, their mind full of suspicion, it was very difficult for Illusion Arts to take effect.
Before coming, Wei Huai'an had naturally read the report on Zhao Chongfeng and knew full well that his Illusion Arts were formidable.
He and the many Imperial Guards he'd brought with him had been on their guard against Zhao Chongfeng's Illusion Arts every moment.
But after that sudden turn of events, everyone's vigilance had dropped.
Their minds were filled with worry for Wei Huai'an's safety.
And Wei Huai'an was worried his men would kill Zhao Chongfeng...
As a rhythmic cadence began to rise from Zhao Chongfeng's throat,
countless hideous-looking Malicious Ghosts slowly crawled out of the walls surrounding the dungeon where Wei Huai'an and the other Imperial Guards stood, climbing toward them.
"Don't panic! These are all Illusion Arts; they're nothing but illusions!" Though Wei Huai'an had fallen under the spell, he was experienced and ignored the phantoms. Instead, he roared, "Seal the main gate. Don't let the Rebels escape!"
"Yes, sir!"
The Imperial Guards quickly steadied themselves. They paid no heed as the ghosts pounced at them, rushing in disciplined formation to the dungeon gate to seal the exit.
Before long, the surrounding illusion gradually faded. Zhao Chongfeng, who had been bound to an iron pillar, had vanished without a trace.
"This man can conceal his whereabouts."
"Don't open the gate. Search every inch of this dungeon!" Wei Huai'an said grimly.
In her report on Zhao Chongfeng's capture, Xu Suwen had carefully described his methods. She had also mentioned that he was skilled at hiding himself.
But despite Wei Huai'an leading his