Illusions came in two types.
One invaded the target's mind, manipulating their thoughts until phantoms filled their vision, even constructing an illusion realistic enough to pass for truth and holding the enemy in the palm of one's hand.
The other created an illusion realm in the outside world. Such realms were like dreamlike bubbles, yet no one knew what lay hidden within those bubbles.
Without question, the illusion technique Zuo Xiang had used against Wu Jing was the second type. The first was useless against Wu Jing. With Wu Jing's state of mind, let alone ordinary illusions, even many beyond-standard illusion techniques had no effect on him.
Those spikes had existed physically. They had merely been put into a Storage Ring just as Wu Jing was about to touch them, which was why he had grasped at empty air and seen the smoke disperse.
That image of the smoke dispersing had actually been a visual trick, like a magician's sleight of hand, meant only to create the atmosphere that everything was an illusion.
However, Wu Jing was an exceedingly down-to-earth person. The sensation just now had not been false, so he was certain he had been attacked. As for whether it was an illusion, it did not matter in the least.
"What terrifying strength. No wonder you're the lord of a city. Just thinking about fighting a big shot like you makes me tremble with excitement." Suddenly, a cloud of Red Mist blew in. In the blink of an eye, Zuo Xiang stood not far from Wu Jing, one hand supporting her breast while the other gently caressed her cheek. Her crimson lips moved slightly as she laughed.
As she spoke, her alluring eyes rested on Wu Jing, every gesture overflowing with charm.
Unfortunately, Wu Jing did not fall for