Fang Qingyun's beautiful flute music sounded, and as it entered Su Mo's ears, he immediately felt the scene before him shift. He had actually returned to Wind Ling Island.
At that moment, he was standing in the Inner Sect Plaza, surrounded by people.
The people surrounding him were none other than Duan Jingtian, Meng Han, Pang He, Qi Feiyu, and others.
"Su Mo, today is your death day!" Meng Han shouted in a stern voice, his killing intent bone-chilling.
"Su Mo, no one can save you today. You are bound to die!" Duan Jingtian sneered, a mocking look in his eyes.
"Die!"
Immediately, Duan Jingtian and the others launched a frenzied attack on Su Mo.
Duan Jingtian waved the golden battle halberd in his hand, the golden light dazzling as dragon-shaped qi headed straight for Su Mo.
Meng Han slammed down with a massive palm, the palm print carrying the force of rolling waves as it blasted toward Su Mo.
Pang He and Qi Feiyu also attacked Su Mo one after another, various attacks threatening to tear him to pieces.
"What is going on? Am I not in the Azure Divine Realm?"
Su Mo's eyes were filled with confusion, and his heart was full of doubt. Seeing the attacks of several people about to reach him, his expression changed, and he prepared to strike back.
"No! Weren't the few of them already killed by me?"
Su Mo's expression changed again, and he suddenly came to a realization. This is an illusion! What a powerful illusionary realm!
Su Mo had once heard that some people with powerful Spiritual Power cultivated special martial arts to create illusionary realms, trapping their opponents deeply within them and even killing enemies within the illusion. He had never expected to encounter such a person, and through