The enormous "Michael" peak gave Chen Rui an invisible sense of oppression. He did not dare linger, carefully circling around the God Seal Hall where the Pope was stationed and heading toward the summit of the Holy Mountain along the route Shura had taken last time.
Strangely, after he passed around the God Seal Hall, the road before him was completely different from the route Shura remembered. The originally rugged mountain path had become a flight of steps. No matter which direction he shifted toward, jade-white stairs appeared beneath his feet, as though they had been prepared in advance.
Ben Hong's voice sounded. "This is spatial guidance. It will send you to where the enemy's strongest forces are gathered. Your direct assault on the magic arrays ahead must have triggered a chain reaction. But since we're already forcing our way in, there's no need to fear exposure. What does mere spatial guidance amount to? In a moment, advance at full speed in the directions I tell you. Ignore everything you see along the way."
That was right. This job had already been blown wide open, so what was there to care about? Without a second thought, Chen Rui accelerated. Countless knights kept charging out from the stairs.
To Chen Rui's normal senses, they all seemed real, and immensely powerful. If he did not evade them, he would certainly be injured. Yet the Analytical Eye showed no signs of life at all; only the Super System continuously issued warnings of invading mental energy. These appeared to be powerful illusions caused by the Holy Mountain's power of faith—illusions that even Kingdom-level powerhouses could not escape.
Of course, these were not mere illusions. They were also a form of soul attack. Chen Rui did not panic. A massive black hole appeared within the