"Cousin..."
Hearing that soft call, Shen Luo could not help but knit his brows. He grabbed "Nie Caizhu" by the wrist, golden light flashing in his eyes as he stared intently at her.
With his Fiery Golden Eyes empowered, Shen Luo saw that the "Nie Caizhu" standing before him was formed entirely from strands of golden light. An even thicker strand extended from above her head, connecting directly to his brow.
A chill suddenly crept up from beneath his feet. Looking down, he saw that both feet had already sunk into the mire. Beneath the swamp, a strange force coiled around his legs, dragging him underground.
Shen Luo flexed his legs slightly and found that the force was not especially strong. He did not rush to pull himself free, instead turning to look toward Qing Lu.
Unlike Shen Luo, who had only just stepped into the mire, half of Qing Lu's body had already been swallowed by the swamp. Yet a pleased, self-satisfied smile remained on his face, and he had not noticed in the slightest that he was in danger.
The figures and buildings surrounding him had yet to vanish. Strands of golden light extended from all of them, but every one of them connected to Qing Lu's brow.
At the same time, distinct ripples of soul power were continuously spilling from Qing Lu's body.
Shen Luo understood at once. The poisonous miasma within this Desire Marsh appeared harmless to the flesh, yet it could stir the Divine Soul. With the slightest carelessness, it could lure those who ventured deep inside into leaking soul power, constructing illusory phantoms according to their thoughts and desires.
The illusions were sustained entirely by the controlled person's soul power. The more complex the imagined scene, the greater the soul power it consumed, and