"Gone?"
Cheng Xiong floated blankly in the air for a while, feeling strangely bereft.
Li Ling could no longer spare any attention to control the array remotely, and no one was tending the dreamscape either. The opponent Cheng Xiong had fought so long abruptly lost its soul and was easily captured.
But Cheng Xiong grew wary instead, then immediately snapped awake.
"I've been tricked!"
A chill swept through Cheng Xiong's entire body, and his face darkened as though water might drip from it.
"When exactly did it happen..."
His thoughts raced like lightning as he swiftly retraced everything, only to realize that his mind had been clouded by a divine ability from the very beginning. He had been immersed in false illusions without knowing it.
Core Formation cultivators all possessed the attainments of lucid dreaming and Seeing One's Nature and Understanding the Mind. Ordinary methods could never have accomplished this.
He had thought the Bewitching Art he mastered was already a supreme method touching upon the soul's domain. Only now did he realize that, beside a true expert, he was merely a lesser shaman confronting a greater one.
He had no idea what method that person had used to leave him so utterly benighted.
Yet there were still many suspicious points in this affair, and crucial details contradicted one another, defying explanation.
"If he possesses such methods, why did he only trap me in a dreamscape instead of delivering a killing blow? All that pointless effort, yet nothing substantial-was he unwilling, or unable?"
Had his resolve not been firm enough, Cheng Xiong would already have been scared out of his wits. How could he have dared to think any further?
But he soon seized upon the crux of the matter and declared, "He must have been unable to do it.