Arrancar

"Don't take such a risk!" Impermanence Hall urged repeatedly. "How could there possibly be spiritual pressure within an illusion? Be careful not to put yourself in danger!"

"Am I not already in danger?" Cang Nan said with an unstoppable air. "There's a saying I believe in: survive only after being driven into a dead end."

The image of the illusion was less than a meter away from him, as though he only needed to stretch out his hand slightly to reach it.

His right hand, wreathed in black flames, drew closer and closer to the image until they finally touched.

Cang Nan felt a faint chill at his fingertips, followed by an extremely gentle yet impenetrable resistance...