The instant that thought appeared in my mind,
my scalp went numb. What if everything was a false illusion, something I had imagined myself?
Even the True Qi I had absorbed—what if it was all fake, just my brain deceiving me?
Then this place was far too terrifying.
With that thought, I repeatedly cast the Mind-Calming Incantation, Mind-Clearing Incantation, and other spells on myself.
They had no effect at all...
Everything around me was so real that I could not sense the slightest trace of falsehood.
And I had only this Dark Axe on me, with no other magical artifacts or talismans.
There was simply no way to determine whether this place was real or fake.
If this place was real, then why did identical evil spirits keep appearing one after another?
If this place was a false illusion, then why was everything here so damn real?
The evil baleful energy replenishing my body, the True Qi I had absorbed—were all of those fake?
Were they all just figments of my own imagination?
At that instant, I found myself caught in a mental struggle and dilemma.
Was this place real or fake? Was I inside an illusion, or was this reality?
Or perhaps reality and illusion were mixed together?
In this state, all I could do was keep fighting.
Because the reality of battle did not contain even a hint of falsehood.
Other than the exhaustion I suffered, I could be injured as well.
As time passed, my exhaustion grew greater, and my muscles became increasingly sore.
Even though I could continuously replenish my evil baleful energy and keep the Tiger-Patterned Black Yue going as I slaughtered enemies, my own reserves of qi kept dwindling.
My strength, speed, and reaction time all declined to varying degrees.
"Ah..."
I suddenly cried