Zhao Xiangshan wore a blank expression. He did not care whether the spectacle unfolding before his eyes was true or false, or whether it was actually happening.
He could only confirm that the clusters of palaces reflected in the ripples of water were by no means physical objects. Yet their method of construction was unmistakably real, looking rather like a fragmented shadow of some unknown entity projected right here.
Perhaps this presentation had begun with the accident of the fierce chi's explosive spirit assault, but Yu Ci had manipulated it into a fatal attack.
Up to this point, Yu Ci had not caused any substantive harm to him and his subordinates, but psychologically, a heavy shadow had already been cast.
It was probably the Rakshasa Ghost King who had disciplined Yu Ci and taught him the arts.
If not, how else could these mind-assault techniques be applied with such viciousness and precision?
Just as he was pondering, the clusters of palaces vanished abruptly amidst the rippling water, like smoke separated by clouds. As for the baleful entities that disordered men's hearts—the ferocious chi and the Blood Mansion Ancestor—they left no trace behind either.
Zhao Xiangshan would rather they had continued to exist.
This was because the void boundary separating the inside and outside still existed, which precisely confirmed that Yu Ci had once again completely seized control of the situation, continuously operating this incredible Void Divine Ability.
There were indeed several Void Divine Abilities in this realm that would form palace structures as grand and magnificent as the one before.
However, was that really just a Void Divine Ability?
Everything Yu Ci had done was like flying dust before the eyes or the buzzing of mosquitoes—minuscule, yet it lingered beside his body and by his ears, embedding itself deeply in