In the room filled with the surging activity of countless shadows, a patch of pure, glorious, and brilliant sunlight appeared out of thin air.
The crazily surging shadows that wrapped toward Cyril instantly grew faint and transparent, dissolving rapidly under the sunlight.
Immediately after, Cyril's figure rapidly flashed behind each person, his hands either condensing pure cyan flames, dancing with silvery-white lightning, or forming faint wind blades...
The next second, the figure of Mr. X suddenly turned illusory, transforming into one illusory door after another, while his actual body kept appearing behind the doors, placed in two completely different worlds from the incoming attacks, looking at each other from afar—stacked layer upon layer, one after another, endless and countless.
This was the "Illusion" belonging to the "Secrets Sorcerer", capable of evading the vast majority of attacks!
At the same time, an illusory, slowly turning book reflected in his eyes.
I came, I saw, I record.
Then, Demonic Language words full of filth and corruption originating from the Abyss tumbled from his mouth one after another: "Corruption!"
"Slow!"
In an instant, the air inside the room was covered with a layer of slightly viscous black liquid, and everyone's movements instantly grew stiff. The two white-robed attendants with lower Sequence statuses even experienced stagnation.
The illusory book in Mr. X's eyes flipped rapidly, his right hand extending forward to squeeze and twist the air in front of him forcefully.
"Death!"
In a flash, all the figures produced by Cyril's high-frequency flashes paused in unison, as if their hearts had been ruthlessly grasped by an invisible hand.
Immediately, his figure collapsed, turning into a light yellow paper figurine stained with mottled red rust, which was then ignited by flames exuding a strong sulfur odor.
On the other side of the room, Cyril, left