"Ou Doudou, it really turned into a house?"
"This illusion is incredibly realistic!"
"Junior Sister, can you tell how to break the formation?"
Zhang Yuchen, Mao Jing, and I all spoke up.
Pan Ling, the weakest in cultivation but blessed with special eyes, stood surrounded by us as she examined our surroundings.
Pan Ling swept her gaze around, then shook her head outright.
"No. In here, all I can see is black chaos. The ghost mist's energy is too heavy. I can't see through it or find a way to break it."
Hearing Pan Ling say that, I couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath.
No wonder the Dragon Group had caught him twice, yet let the guy escape both times.
This special ability really was troublesome.
And once we had been trapped, we could no longer hear anything outside or see what was happening beyond.
We had no idea why Captain Chen and the others had yet to act, but at the very least, we couldn't let this evil entity gain the upper hand inside.
I looked around and saw the house's form becoming increasingly realistic.
The black mist gradually dispersed, replaced by a grand hall.
Our group was trapped inside this hall.
Judging by its furnishings, it appeared to be an ancient South Korean royal palace hall, since it resembled the South Korean palace we had visited earlier.
After this hall appeared, nothing threatening happened.
The surroundings were completely empty, and even the doors stood wide open.
Zhang Yuchen used a Clear Spirit Talisman, but it had no effect at all.
After the talisman burned up, only a few sparks remained.
"Brother Jiang, Brother Mao, the Clear Spirit Talisman doesn't work!"
I looked around.
"This definitely isn't an ordinary illusion. Even the Clear Spirit Talisman and the