The thick wooden door was slowly pushed open.
The collapse of the main domed structure had warped the doorframe somewhat.
As a result, the door moved with great difficulty, scraping against the ground and the frame inch by inch.
Scattered dust drifted everywhere, obscuring the view ahead.
Just as Zong Shen braced himself and prepared to unleash a blade aura, he heard a voice begging for mercy.
"Spare my life, my lord!"
When the dust settled, Zong Shen saw a man in a purple formal suit kneeling at the doorway.
Two purple lines of face paint ran from beneath the corners of his eyes down to his chin.
A violet flower was tucked into the pocket on his chest.
His hair had been slicked back with some kind of adhesive, but it was now covered in dust, making him look rather bedraggled.
Zong Shen merely narrowed his eyes, and the man's name and information appeared in his mind.
[Silent Illusionist: Ze Lamo LV32 (Gold)]
That was right—this man was the public-facing manager of Dream Dice Casino.
He had already witnessed Zong Shen's methods.
The sturdy outer City Wall had been destroyed, the heavy Mana Shield had been forcibly ground away, and even the domed building itself had been cleanly split apart with a single slash.
This gap in strength was no longer something Ze Lamo had any right to resist.
He was no novice, and he could infer that the invader before him was at least Legendary-tier.
Such a powerhouse would be considered a trump card even in a Great City. He was not someone a mere illusionist could contend with.
Illusions had severe limitations. As long as the opponent's mental strength was slightly greater, they could develop varying degrees of resistance, or even become completely immune and trigger