"Thud!"
Xiong Biao had only glanced at Zhou Fan's Sharingan when his mind went hazy, and he suddenly found himself in a blood-red world.
A blood moon hung high overhead. He was bound to a cross, unable to move.
"What is this place?"
"This is my world." Zhou Fan appeared before him.
"Genjutsu? I never thought you'd know Genjutsu too." Xiong Biao quickly realized this was an illusionary space.
He was also shocked that Zhou Fan could use Genjutsu.
And he had fallen under Zhou Fan's Genjutsu in an instant, without any warning. That alone showed how terrifying it was!
But that was fine, because illusions weren't real.
"Everything that happens in an illusion is fake. You can't do anything to me here."
"Not necessarily." Zhou Fan walked up to him.
"In this world, every bit of pain you suffer feels exactly the same as it would in reality."
He drew a long blade and plunged it straight into Xiong Biao's body.
"Aaargh!"
The piercingly vivid pain made Xiong Biao let out an agonized scream.
Calm down, calm down... This is just Genjutsu, he silently reassured himself.
It was only Genjutsu. No matter what happened in the illusion, he wouldn't actually die.
Yet the pain coursing through his body was all too real.
"For the next seventy-two hours, you will experience endless pain."
"Immerse yourself in the Genjutsu of the Mangekyō Sharingan..."
One Zhou Fan after another appeared around him, each holding a long blade that they plunged into Xiong Biao's body again and again.
"Aaargh!"
Seventy-two hours in the Tsukuyomi World amounted to only a single second in reality.
One second, Xiong Biao had been about to attack Zhou Fan.
The next, he dropped straight to his knees, gasping for breath as cold sweat poured down his body.