Seven Asura Illusions

Canghui Academy did not provoke them as usual.

The seven team members stood in a hexagonal formation, with the captain in the center. Each of them bowed their heads, Gem Martial Soul in their hands emitted different colored lights. The seven beams of light landed on the arena, forming a complete pattern.

Tang San was still in command on Shrek's side.

"They've been preparing for too long, let's interrupt them."

Dai Mubai and Xiao Wu charged out simultaneously, while Zhu Zhuqing circled around to the right, staying close to their shadows. Yuan Yu drew his sword and crossed the center line, the Wind Pattern pushing him closer to Captain Canghui.

The seven members of Canghui did not move.

The first beam of colored light rose from beneath the captain's feet, followed by the second and third. The seven gemstone lights converged in mid-air, forming a seven-colored pillar of light tens of meters high.

Dai Mubai's fist was already in front of the outermost player.

The next instant, he and the other six Shrek members disappeared into the pillar of light.

A gasp of surprise erupted from the stands.

The Referee stood at the edge of the ring, only able to see the seven-colored light curtain completely enveloping both sides. It was difficult to judge the situation from the outside due to the fusion of Mental Attribute; unless a competitor voluntarily surrendered, he could not forcibly end the match.

Inside the light curtain, the Shrek members had lost sight of each other.

Dai Mubai saw was the Star Luo Imperial Palace.

Dai Weisi stood on the steps, while Zhu Zhuqing lay at his feet. The surrounding nobles chanted the loser's name repeatedly, each chant causing the White Tiger Martial Soul to stir a little more.

Ning Rongrong returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda returned to its seven-story form. Ning Fengzhi stood with his back to her, and Chen Xin and Gu Rong did not turn around either. Before Ma Hongjun was a burning village, Phoenix Evil Fire surged from his body, impossible to contain.

The Seven Asura Illusions offer different scenes for each person.

It makes people struggle repeatedly in the most painful places. Once their Spiritual Power is exhausted, the injuries in the illusion will manifest in their real consciousness.

When Yuan Yu landed, the ground beneath his feet transformed into a black wasteland. There was no sun in the sky, and broken swords were scattered all around. In the far distance stood a massive Nine-Slot Round Wheel.

The six bright slots on the wheel are turning off.

The Water Pattern shattered first, followed by the Flame Pattern, Thunder Pattern, Wind Pattern. With each shattering, he lost a portion of his Soul Power. When the Rock Pattern and Rosy Cloud Pattern also cracked, the Sun Wheel Blade at his waist broke in two, turning into a handful of iron filings upon hitting the ground.

"Yuan Yu!"

Xiao Wu's voice came from afar.

He looked up and saw the Shrek Devils suspended in mid-air by seven colorful chains. Each chain was connected to a gem, and the seven members of the Canghui were standing below the chains, slowly having their Spirit Ring removed.

Yuan Yu raised his hand to summon his Martial Soul.

My palms are empty.

Captain Canghui's voice descended from the sky. "Without Martial Soul, what can you do?"

Yuan Yu looked around and clenched his right hand at his waist.

Even though the Sun Wheel Blade was broken on the ground, I could still feel the hilt in my palm.

Rosy Cloud Pattern could tell that the scene before him was an illusion; the power of the mental space still weighed heavily on his consciousness. He knew that the chains were not there, and he knew that his companions were not suspended, but he could not find a way out.

The combined attack of the seven Soul Ancestor was stronger than the illusion-breaking ability of a single Rosy Cloud Pattern.

Yuan Yu closed his eyes.

The Six-Pattern Inner Wheel within the body are still present.

The six bright slots representing water, fire, thunder, wind, rock, and rosy clouds rotated in sequence, with real Soul Power flowing along the meridians. With each rotation, the cries outside receded a little further, and the wasteland trembled once more.

Yuan Yu raised his hand and made a cut in his palm.

Blood seeped from the tiny wound, and the pain clearly penetrated his mind. Yet, the broken knife on the wasteland remained unstained by this drop of blood, and his shadow was nowhere to be seen on the ground.

He thus confirmed that his body was still standing in the original spot on the arena. The seven members of Canghui could deceive his five senses, but they could not change the execution of the Six-Pattern Inner Wheel, nor could they take away his Martial Soul Origin out of thin air.

He didn't rush out.

Tang San must also be in this illusion. To break the Seven-Person Fusion Technique, we must first find the location where the seven Spiritual Power converge.

Yuan Yu sat down cross-legged and spread the Mist along the Six-Pattern Inner Wheel. The mist could not cover the entire wasteland, but only surrounded him for more than ten meters, leaving a stable area in his mental space.

Several blurry figures appeared one after another in the fog.

Dai Mubai clenched his fist and launched a fierce attack on the non-existent enemy. Zhu Zhuqing's speed increased, and each step she took repeated the same route. The flames on Ma Hongjun's body went out of control, and Ning Rongrong's Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda swayed continuously in the colorful light.

Yuan Yu raised his hand and pressed it to the ground.

The Rock Pattern stabilized everyone's footing, while the Water Pattern sent a cool breeze into the Mist. As the wind whistled past their ears, Xiao Wu was the first to open her eyes.

Where is this?

"We're still on the arena," Yuan Yu said. "Don't believe what you see with your eyes; follow the Soul Power within your body."

He woke up Dai Mubai and the others using the same method. They still couldn't see reality clearly, but they could sense each other's positions in the Mist.

Upon waking up, Dai Mubai threw a punch forward, the wind from the punch grazing past Yuan Yu's ear.

"Look carefully before you hit."

"When I saw Dai Weisi's face, I couldn't stop myself."

Ma Hongjun opened his eyes, first sniffing his clothes. "Has the fire in my body really caught fire?"

"Only half of the sleeve was burned."

Ma Hongjun breathed a sigh of relief, "That's alright."

Ning Rongrong raised the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and the defensive amplification of her fourth Spirit Ring descended upon the group. The amplification couldn't stop the mental illusion, but it made everyone more stable during the subsequent impact.

"Where's the mistress?" Xiao Wu asked immediately.

As soon as he finished speaking, a Blue Silver Grass stretched out from outside the mist.

The blades of grass wrapped around the wrists of the seven people one by one, and the familiar fluctuations of Soul Power flowed into their palms through the blades.

Tang San did not appear, but his voice came clearly.

"I'm looking for the core of the formation."

His situation was different from others.

Tang San first saw Xiao Wu surrounded by the Spirit Hall, and then he saw Tang Hao die in front of him. These scenes were very similar to Shi Nian's Remnant Dream, but the details were much rougher. The seven members of Canghui expanded the illusion with their fused Spiritual Power, making the changes faster and more destructive, but their grasp of each person's memories was very shallow.

After experiencing the Remnant Dream, Tang San didn't waste a single moment.

After the Purple Demon Eyes was activated, the Seven Asura Illusions transformed into countless overlapping colored lights in his eyes. Each layer of illusion was supported by seven strands of Spiritual Power, with six strands circling on the outside and the one in the very center responsible for transforming the fear of the crowd into a new illusion.

To forcibly shatter the light barrier from the inside, Shrek would need to confront the combined Spiritual Power of seven Soul Ancestor head-on.

Tang San chose a different path.

Follow the colored light back and directly attack the core of the seven people connected.

Captain Canghui also noticed something was wrong.

The wasteland began to collapse, the black ground turning into churning lava. Seven-colored chains fell from the sky, densely piercing the Mist.

Yuan Yu drew his Sun Wheel Blade.

The water flowed onto the outermost layer, followed by the rising rock walls. Lightning was hidden in the wind, shattering the approaching chains one by one. With each impact blocked, the Six-Pattern Inner Wheel rotated a little further, minimizing the energy drain caused by switching elements.

The number of chains is increasing.

Tang San's voice came again.

"Close your eyes."

"Yuan Yu, hold on for three breaths for me."

Yuan Yu stood in front of the group, sword in hand.

"Three breaths are enough."

The Blue Silver Grass suddenly tightened.

Beyond the Mist, Tang San opened his eyes.

Two beams of purple-gold light shone directly into the center of the seven-colored illusion.