As Yuan Tian passed once more from spring into summer, his Primordial Spirit suddenly jolted, pulling him out of the "illusion." A cold sweat nearly broke out across his body. Damn it. He had never expected the Four Seasons Cycle to launch a mental attack. He had fallen for it without even noticing—and he had always prided himself on the strength of his mind.
Clearly, a powerful mind was not the answer to everything. Then again, it was precisely because Yuan Tian's mind was so strong that he had managed to wake up. Otherwise, he might never have escaped.
He had not expected the Four Seasons Cycle to use the Power of the Four Seasons to create an unknown illusion that drew people in before they realized it.
Though Yuan Tian had escaped, the illusion had drained much of his mental strength. That was its chief purpose: to trap opponents in a mental illusion, wear down their minds, and ultimately devour their mental strength.
Once it had exhausted your mental strength, it would devour what remained. Forget about recovering. You would be finished. You would not even survive in a vegetative state, because after consuming your mental strength, the illusion would go on draining your life force. It was terrifying.
Luckily, Yuan Tian's mental strength had not run out, or he would have been in serious trouble. Mental strength that was merely spent could recover. Once devoured, though, it could only be regained through cultivation.
The Four Seasons Cycle could deal damage, too. Yuan Tian had avoided serious injury only because he was tough and his defenses were formidable. He could withstand the strain, but even he now felt listless.
"Reverse Space-Time!"
The Twelve Heavenly Guards were living up to the reputation of the Primordial Iron-Faced Officials. Without considering whether