"Hmm?!"
Xia Ping immediately sensed the Formless Ghost King's illusion power. In that instant, it seemed he had fallen into endless hallucinations, and everything around him was incomparably real.
He even thought he had been dragged into the world of hell.
Flames blazed torridly all around him, the temperature rising without cease, scorching even his skin.
One voluptuous beauty after another appeared, their skin fair and smooth as satin. Even the fragrance wafting from their bodies was so exquisite, so irresistibly alluring.
Everything was utterly real, without the slightest flaw to be found.
At that moment, the bloodline within him began to boil, and a blaze surged from the depths of his soul, instantly burning all those illusions to ash, as though a great hole had been scorched through an entire world.
Although this illusion power was formidable, it still could not deceive the senses of the Hell Golden Crow.
But it had to be said that if he did not possess the Hell Golden Crow Bloodline, he might truly have fallen for the Formless Ghost King's trick.
In a life-and-death battle, a momentary lapse was enough to guarantee death. The Formless Ghost King's illusion power was truly a terrifying technique for ambushing enemies.
"What powerful illusion power. But it still can't do anything to me. Break for me!" A glint flashed through Xia Ping's eyes, endless flames whirling in the depths of his pupils as he let out a furious roar.
Dragon Race divine ability—Seven Kill True Dragon Roar!
In an instant, terrifying Killing Intent surged from within his body and burst from his throat in a thunderous roar, like a Heavenly Dragon descending into the world, its earth-shaking sound destroying all things.
Such sound waves could not only destroy matter; they could even shatter souls, penetrating straight to