Illusion or reality.
Within the mist, Zeng Anmin could not see clearly. Yet he could truly make out an exceedingly dangerous rose in the fog, displaying the sharp thorns along her stem.
"Don't even think about getting out, okay~"
There was still a trace of mischief in the Illusory Demon Lord's voice.
But when that voice reached the ears of the hundred-odd Confucian Cultivators, it left them with no room for wild thoughts. Instead, chills ran through their entire bodies!
All of them looked toward that exquisite figure in utter terror.
"Q-Quanfu... Brother, what do we do?"
"She looks... like she's not someone to be trifled with."
Liu Xian swallowed hard, his body trembling uncontrollably.
He stared straight at the Illusory Demon Lord.
"She... she's so beautiful, yet her heart is so vicious. From the sound of it, she wants to swallow us whole."
Zeng Anmin's brow furrowed tightly.
He knew that this was absolutely not the time to panic.
And they still had not figured out what had happened to the more than two hundred examinees behind the Illusory Demon Lord, those whose eyes were utterly vacant.
Why were they standing there motionless like scarecrows?
Were they dead?
Or had their minds merely been suppressed by some method?
Boom!!
Before he could speak.
The heavens and earth around them began to shift and transform.
Mountains, water, stones, and earth—everything in heaven and earth seemed to twist together.
Everything within a ten-li radius seemed to become dough, all of it at the Illusory Demon Lord's mercy to knead and shape.
Before long, Zeng Anmin felt the world around him change completely.
The area within ten li had been forcibly turned into an enormous cage, locking everyone inside!
"You can't get out anymore, okay~"
The Illusory Demon Lord's voice remained as