Before Pan Long could decide which Spell to master, his throat suddenly itched, and he could not help coughing twice.
What he coughed up was bright red blood.
"I'm hurt? When did that happen?"
Shocked, he immediately cast Healing Technique on himself.
But it had no effect.
A moment later, a dull pain spread through his chest. This time, he coughed up more than blood—there were even fragments of his organs.
An ordinary person would probably have died from such a grave injury. Even with his ability to heal and recover quickly, Pan Long needed treatment at once.
He hurriedly healed himself again, but it still had no effect.
Healing Technique took time to mend an injury. During that process, wounds closed rapidly, muscles and bones regrew, and a fierce, itching ache followed.
But now, he felt nothing unusual at all.
"That's not right! I shouldn't be hurt!"
Pan Long was baffled. He could not understand what had happened.
He knew he had fallen into an Illusion Realm, but even an Illusion Realm ought to obey a few basic rules!
Getting hurt for no reason, then finding he could not heal himself—where was the sense in that?
Reality was not a horror game built around hallucinations. No illusion could be so powerful that it utterly confused the senses of an expert like him and left him unable to tell truth from falsehood. Perhaps someone could manage it, but certainly not two Monsters blocking his path.
Anyone capable of blurring the line between truth and falsehood would have to be among the Immortals and Buddhas or Demon Gods—and probably a specialist even among them.
The Illusion Realm the Wolf Demon and Wolflike Demon kings had trapped him in most likely used a Formation to bolster their Spells. It took a piece