On the altar, the white-robed figure's voice was somewhat cold and sinister, his gaze nailed firmly onto Han Feng.
"Why do you know so much about Nightmare Sky Mist?"
Xiao Yan suddenly chuckled.
He slowly raised a hand and touched his forehead. A trace of ancientness and vicissitude that did not belong to him flashed through his pitch-black eyes.
He still hasn't been taken over... Han Feng could not help grumbling inwardly at the sight.
"Over these thousand years, it seems you have been constructing this illusion," Xiao Yan said with a playful curve of his lips. "Of course, if nothing unexpected happened, you might indeed have won a complete victory this time. But you never considered that those who entered this time were far more formidable than you imagined."
As his words fell, his gaze turned toward Han Feng beside him.
Seeing this, Han Feng smiled cooperatively.
He flicked a finger at the white-robed figure atop the altar.
A fierce sword aura shot out once more!
The white-robed figure—the illusion formed by the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame—did not even have time to react before being pierced through by that sword aura!
As the handsome man's form shattered, this illusory space immediately began to fluctuate violently. With a thunderous bang, it exploded apart!
The instant the space exploded, Xiao Yan and the others felt dizzy and disoriented. They hurriedly opened their eyes.
Before them stretched a boundless sea of magma.
Viscous magma flowed slowly like blood. From time to time, milky-white flames sprang from it, radiating terrifying heat. The magma extended to the end of their vision, as though the entire space were a sea of molten fire.
Above the magma sea floated several enormous boulders, upon which Xiao Yan and the others stood. Not far behind them, a huge