These people from the evil faction not only knew the route I was taking, but had also learned of my ambush in advance. The moment Zhang Yuanqing saw this, he immediately thought of Dark Night Rose's traitor.
But what he could not figure out was how the traitor had conveyed the information.
He could understand it if they had left signals along the way.
But judging from the evil faction's response, they clearly knew in advance that he would set an ambush here—and the ambush had been a last-minute plan.
The traitor could not possibly have left signals in the forest beforehand.
The mole had used a method he didn't know. Reality left him no time to think. At that moment, strange whirlpools suddenly rippled in the depths of the eight Illusionists' eyes, carrying a power that seemed capable of devouring souls.
In an instant, illusions sprang up before Zhang Yuanqing's eyes. Countless blades stabbed toward him, raging flames swallowed him whole, and arrows rained down like raindrops. They were all illusory, yet they inflicted real damage upon his spirit body.
The Illusionist's most basic skill—and the one with the greatest growth potential—was Spiritual Strike!
Not to mention the three Illusionists in the top five of the rankings; even eight ordinary Level 3 Illusionists working together were enough to kill a Night Wanderer of the same level in spirit form.
Under the assault of eight Illusionists of the same level, Zhang Yuanqing's spirit body rapidly weakened, letting out a pained, soundless roar.
He had intended to spring an ambush, kill someone, and leave. Instead, he had fallen into a trap and found himself in danger.
Just then, the Ghost Bride's wedding dress fluttered as she blocked her husband. Her Red Bridal Veil swayed, releasing a piercing, mournful shriek.
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