The power of the illusion vanished, and the young man came back to his senses. He stared at the scene before him in shock. He had not returned from the secret realm; he was still standing where he had been. Even now, he did not understand what had happened.
He remembered having returned outside the secret realm, settling the matter of the Ancestral Egg with the others, then discussing forming a team to enter the secret realm again.
So how had he suddenly returned here? The young man quickly realized that he had fallen under some powerful illusion. Everything before had been an illusion—but it had been far too real, utterly impossible to distinguish from reality.
The spectators in the stands were also curious. Though they could not see Zhao Fu's face clearly, they saw only the eyes beneath his hood emit a dreamlike glow before effortlessly dragging a Great Earth Realm peak expert into an illusion.
What sort of eye technique was this? Or was it a bloodline power? What it displayed was rather astonishing. It could pull someone into an illusion at will, without needing to meet their gaze or perform any technique—one glance was enough.
The area around them had already descended into a chaotic melee. The Lionfolk were swiftly slain, while the Lionfolk chief, facing the attacks of two goddesses, was already unable to hold on. Several more wounds had appeared across his body.
Seeing this, the young man did not dare remain where he was. Fear filled his heart as he intended to withdraw from the secret realm once more, but a pair of terrifying eyes fell upon him. His hairs stood on end, and he had the feeling that if he made even the slightest move, he would die on the spot.
Even choosing