"This... still isn't right!"
Wang Ran's body stiffened, his face as white as snow.
Prince Yong could not make sense of what he saw, but fearing that Hu Ze's Avatar was still there, he remained on edge and dared not lower his guard. Only after a long stretch without any movement did he venture to ask, "Sir, how do things stand now?"
Wang Ran said, "This time, he should truly be gone."
At that, Prince Yong descended to the ground. Clutching his injured eye, he seethed. "I never imagined that Hu Ze, the King of Pingqiu, would be so formidable. I thought he was merely an ordinary, newly ascended Demon King!"
Wang Ran said, "Your Highness, what happened just now was truly uncanny. The cultivation he displayed did indeed match that of a newly ascended Demon King. What made him so difficult to handle was his ability to deceive our eyes and ears. I suspect we were helpless entirely because we had fallen under his Illusion Arts."
Prince Yong said, "Were they truly Illusion Arts?"
Wang Ran said, "Please consider it carefully, Your Highness. If Hu Ze could truly defeat us, why would he go to such elaborate lengths? That is why I suspect all his displays just now were smoke and mirrors, deliberately shrouded in mystery. Those skilled in Illusion Arts often act in precisely this fashion."
Prince Yong said, "That makes sense. Then how should we deal with him? If he comes again, I will have no peace, whether eating or sleeping."
Wang Ran replied, "Now that we know his secret, we must naturally begin by keeping our minds clear. Please assign more men, Your Highness, and have them constantly use Dharma Eye-type secret treasures to pierce falsehood and discern the truth, keeping one another clearheaded and protected."