"Black Eye, have your men stop!"
Lu Yunhe used illusions to influence the bandit before him, making the latter call off his subordinates' attack through his optical computer. It had to be said that illusions were truly useful when crushing weaklings.
Unfortunately, they would no longer work in the mid-to-late stages. Powerful wills and all kinds of soul-related treasures could reduce an illusion talent of the Divine Tree Avatar's relatively low level to nothing.
Although Gene Level could not represent Innate Ability, it could reflect the upper limit of one's talents to some extent. Take the Golden Horn Giant Beast's cloning talent—it could at most produce Special Lifeforms a few hundred times stronger. But if it were a Special Lifeform with a Gene Level exceeding a thousand times, that would be completely different.
After the entire base ceased operating, Lu Yunhe stared intently at Black Eye before him. "Black Eye, transfer all the funds in your virtual bank account into this account."
Upon hearing Lu Yunhe's command, even though he was deeply trapped in the illusion and unable to break free, Black Eye still showed a conflicted expression. For a moment, he did not act.
There was no helping it. To interstellar bandits like them, wealth was their lifeblood.
"Black Eye, because your previous account seemed to be at risk of being compromised, you opened a new account and transferred the funds from the old one into it."
Lu Yunhe smiled as he began weaving a new illusion. For an Illusionist, forcefully controlling one unit of strength could only achieve one unit of effect. Yet through various techniques, one could achieve the effect of Four Ounces Deflect a Thousand Pounds—provided, of course, that the illusion could truly influence the target.
"Understood!"
Black Eye began the transfer. Even though there were