Before the Mangekyō Sharingan, You Dare Use Genjutsu?

Over the past few weeks, Yang Ming had naturally not been idle. Aside from cultivating, he had also been pondering the applications of the Mangekyō Sharingan.

Besides the Mangekyō Sharingan's innate Kamui, Intangibility, and Genjutsu, Yang Ming had also wanted to develop abilities such as Tsukuyomi, Susanoo, and Amaterasu, but he had failed one after another.

It was not that Yang Ming lacked talent or ability; it was entirely because his strength level did not permit it.

But the instant Yang Ming advanced from Soul Elder to Soul Ancestor, he had already sensed an unusual change in his eyes. Now, using Susanoo seemed to be an instinct. It came naturally to him, as effortless as drinking water or breathing air.

The blue skeletal giant revealed only its upper body, yet it already stood several meters tall. Orange light shone from its hollow eye sockets like searchlights, and wherever its gaze fell, Prince Xue Beng and the other three inexplicably felt a crushing pressure.

Beads of sweat seeped from Prince Xue Beng's forehead and slid down the contours of his cheeks. They fell from his chin onto the ground without him noticing. Terror filled his eyes as he stared blankly at the skeletal monster before him and muttered:

"Dear heavens!"

At such a difficult moment, Xue Beng searched his mind and could find only those words to describe how he felt.

Wang Bo's expression was exceptionally grave. Holding the Billhook Martial Soul in both hands, he said in a low voice:

"Your Highness, I have a vague sense of foreboding. I'm afraid we may all fall here today. Please leave on your own, Your Highness. Roland and I will risk our lives to buy you enough time to escape!"

Wang Bo clearly had the resolve to die. His expression was calm,