Do You Hear What You're Saying?

The middle-aged lay Buddhist's expression turned slightly grave:

"That Blood Essence Ore just now was probably quite large, which was why it could create such a vast illusion.

"The Blood Essence Ore you see now is fake."

"Constable Yang, you should still be affected by that illusion. Be careful."

Zhao Zheng reminded him.

Everyone trusted Xie Jinjia and the middle-aged lay Buddhist's strength.

Since even a Third-Grade Great Grandmaster like the middle-aged lay Buddhist said the Blood Essence Ore Yang Ling saw was fake, an illusion, then it naturally had to be an illusion.

Yang Ling glanced at the Blood Essence Ore brimming with vitality. After confirming it several times, he said gravely:

"Director, the Blood Essence Ore I see should not be fake."

Now he had gained an even deeper understanding of Blood Essence Ore.

Two Third-Grade Great Grandmasters with higher Mental Power than his could not even see this piece of Blood Essence Ore?

"You mean we are still inside the illusion it created, yet you can see its actual existence?"

The middle-aged lay Buddhist frowned. "Do you hear what you're saying?"

Xie Jinjia swept his gaze around.

"That Blood Essence Ore should have fled after creating an illusion and killing people."

Everyone subconsciously nodded. How could that Blood Essence Ore still be here?

If it were still here, even if they could not see it, there was no reason these two Third-Grade Great Grandmasters could not.

Yang Ling said nothing. Carrying the enormous Hundred-Forged Qilin Pickaxe, he walked toward the Blood Essence Ore.

Everyone's expressions turned somewhat strange at the sight.

"Constable Yang is quite persistent."

Xu Wuji muttered.

Lu Yunshuang and the other Grandmasters secretly shook their heads.

A junior had gained a few tricks and become arrogant enough to disbelieve even a Third-Grade Great Grandmaster's