Different Motives

Lu Ren's mutter finally snapped everyone back to their senses. Chen Huan, who stood to the side, suddenly changed expression and growled, "Lu Ren, how dare you?! How could you?!"

Lu Ren's face remained calm as he said evenly, "Chen Huan, it's kill or be killed between us. This City of Phantoms is our Battle Arena. Don't harbor any false hopes. I'll deal with every last one of you, one by one."

Chen Huan's face was full of fury, yet he seemed wary of something and could only lower his voice. "These people are merely illusions created by the City of Phantoms. Once daytime passes and night falls, they'll turn into Phantom Devils. Do you think only eighteen of us remain because we were bored enough to kill ourselves?"

Lu Ren's gaze flickered, and he instantly understood the City of Phantoms' most basic operating principle. It was like a game instance dungeon: every refresh would respawn all the monsters within it. Moreover, because of the time of day, certain periods would raise the dungeon to hell-level difficulty, allowing one to obtain sufficiently rich rewards.

The City of Phantoms was exceedingly similar. It made Lu Ren rather nostalgic for nighttime. He understood that if he went out then, he might gain unexpected rewards. However, compared to the rewards, the risks were also immense. He would have to observe quietly for a few days before deciding.

Lu Ren knew perfectly well that the City of Phantoms was extremely strange. Leaving it would not be easy.

The two sides were on the verge of erupting into battle, clashing in the courtyard. Yet everyone's strength had been suppressed to the Enlightened Awareness stage. The spells and divine abilities that should have come effortlessly now lacked all their former might.

Simple ice blades, flames, earth