The starry sky was deathly silent.
The seven World Lord Level Golden-Scaled Giant Pythons stood frozen in place, watching their eldest brother turn into nothingness and vanish. Their dark golden vertical pupils were filled with confusion and terror.
Owen stood there with his mouth hanging open, unable to say a word for a long time.
Blood Fiend nearly dropped the Yan God Weapon in his hand.
Split Tiger, Cold Edge, and Mad Mountain maintained their combat stances, yet they seemed to have been frozen in place, utterly motionless.
Starfall and Walker exchanged a glance. They both saw the same thing in each other's eyes. What the hell.
As illusionists, Glazed Glass and Mo Wen should have had the most to say about illusions. Yet as they looked at Qin Ming, their expressions were too complicated to describe.
They had not even noticed when Qin Ming had made his move.
After a long while.
"Gulp." Blood Fiend swallowed, breaking the silence.
"Heye—didn't you say you were an illusionist?"
"Mm." Qin Ming nodded.
"This is what you call an illusionist?" Blood Fiend's voice cracked.
"You call this an illusionist? Then what do Glazed Glass and Mo Wen count as? Illusion enthusiasts?"
"Hey!" Glazed Glass shot him a glare, but she did not refute him.
Because she was wondering the exact same thing.
They were both illusionists, so why was the gap between them so enormous?
Owen took a deep breath and tried to regain his composure. He was the captain, an Immortal God. He could not show weakness.
"Heye." He spoke, his voice still fairly steady.
"That move just now—"
"This is my strongest illusion technique. It's called Dream Illusion," Qin Ming answered casually.
"It can make an opponent fall into an illusion, fulfill their wishes within a dream, and then die