Everywhere Mo Chen looked and everywhere his divine sense reached, there were at least a hundred translucent mantises.
Most of these mantises were a single color, but there were also quite a few Patterned Demon Mantises with eye-shaped markings on their abdomens.
The moment Mo Chen swept his divine sense over those markings, he felt dizzy and lightheaded.
Was this another innate ability?
Mo Chen hurriedly withdrew his divine sense.
Fuck.
Another demonic insect with this sort of ability.
Wu Zhengxin's spirit beast, the Illusory-Scent Butterfly, had possessed similar patterns on its wings. At first glance, they seemed harmless, but once the butterfly used dharma power to activate its innate spell, any cultivator who looked at those patterns would have their mind invaded by the spell.
If Divine Fire had not suddenly come to the rescue within Mo Chen's sea of consciousness, he probably would have spent most of the day unconscious, just like Zhen Yulu.
But at that moment, Mo Chen also instantly thought of a way to turn the enemy's scheme against him.
You want to use an illusion technique, do you?
Then I'll put on a show and lure you over to your death!
With that thought, Mo Chen let out a cry of pain as though his mind had gone blank, clutching his head with both hands and looking as though he wished he were dead.
The Black-Crowned Man was indeed overjoyed when he saw Mo Chen's dizziness.
Although the man's reaction was somewhat exaggerated, this opportunity was hard to come by. Several cultivators before him had lost their senses to the Nine-Autumn Mantises' mind-disrupting eye patterns, only to be killed by him afterward.
He immediately ordered the Nine-Autumn Mantises to attack.
As the Black-Crowned Man raised his arm and pointed at Mo Chen, the hundred-odd