Shen Luo saw that Nie Caizhu and the stone statue would not be finished anytime soon, so he formed a hand seal and pointed.
A sheet of white mist descended from above, forming a luminous curtain of fog that engulfed them both.
At that moment, a burst of shrill, sinister laughter rang out from outside, piercing the heavens like clashing metal and stone. Even the Free-and-Easy Mirror could not block it.
The Divine Soul power in Shen Luo's mind was stirred by the laughter, and it immediately began to tremble uncontrollably. The scene before his eyes twisted and shifted. Startled, he hurriedly circulated the Buzhou Suppression Divine Art to suppress his Divine Soul, and only then did everything return to normal.
Such terrifying mastery of illusion arts—merely hearing the sound causes hallucinations! Could Wu Luo have arrived?
With that thought, Shen Luo hurriedly looked through Ghost Vine Venerable's eyes to inspect the situation outside.
Even with the Free-and-Easy Mirror as a barrier, he had nearly fallen into the illusion. Yan Lie, Taoxiang, and the others heard the laughter directly and were in even worse condition. Their Divine Souls shook violently as one illusion after another appeared before their eyes, like a kaleidoscope, leaving them utterly unable to break free.
Fortunately, all of them had greatly advanced in cultivation over the years and possessed one or two Magic Treasures that could stabilize their Divine Souls. They each cast their techniques and finally escaped the illusions.
"You have some skill. Thank you for helping release the six demon souls, but you are no longer needed. Be good and stay to the side!" The eerie laughter abruptly rose another pitch...
Everyone's ears buzzed as though countless fine needles were boring into them. Their bodies trembled involuntarily, and they hastily cast techniques to suppress