Xi Ling was aghast to discover that Song Wen and Blood Brow, whom she had slain, turned into two wisps of green smoke and vanished.
What made her heart pound even more was that the hall door where Song Wen and Blood Brow had been standing also collapsed and disintegrated, leaving only a stone wall protected by restrictions standing there in lonely isolation.
"An illusion!"
Xi Ling's face instantly drained of color.
The source qi inside the hall was too dense, limiting her spiritual sense to a range of merely two or three zhang.
The moment she realized she could not resist the source qi, she had intended to leave the Corpse King Hall.
She had originally proceeded according to the position of the hall doors in her memories.
But when she heard Song Wen and Blood Brow entering the hall, she instinctively assumed her memory was mistaken and instead headed toward the source of the sound.
Who would have thought she had fallen into their illusion?
Daring not delay, Xi Ling followed the wall toward where she remembered the hall doors to be.
Suddenly, the sound of surging waves rose from ahead.
Xi Ling focused her gaze and saw a vast crimson ocean rushing toward her.
She hurriedly activated her Mother-and-Child Blades. The ten blades formed a long serpent and fiercely slashed at the crimson torrent.
The crimson torrent instantly collapsed, turning into a skyful of blood mist.
Joy suddenly appeared on Xi Ling's face. The hall doors stood three zhang ahead.
She hurriedly sent out two streams of spiritual power, trying to push open the doors.
Yet when the spiritual power struck the doors, they vanished once again, replaced by a stone wall.
"Blood Brow, Yinshuo, get out here!" Xi Ling roared through gritted teeth.
"Giggle, giggle, giggle..."