The ancient wood spirit Diao Han had unleashed his Poison Thorn Illusion Array, hoping to melt the flesh and dissolve the bones of the youth relentlessly pursuing him. Who would have guessed that he himself would end up with his head severed from his body? Even in death, the thousand-year-old tree demon could not understand: he had plainly seen the youth inside his array, so why had he finally appeared somewhere else?
The old tree demon Diao Han did not know that, ever since the Ghost King had begun accompanying him, his young opponent had paid some attention to the principles of the Ghost King's illusions. Before entering the dangerous reaches of the Demon Continent, he had made many preparations and studied bewilderment spells and illusion arts in detail with Xiao Mang. Thus, although he had not studied them long, his own diligence, together with the extraordinary ghost-art master who had unexpectedly come his way, had already given Xing Yan considerable proficiency in ghostly illusions. How could this hastily laid Poison Thorn Illusion Array deceive his eyes?
Just now, Xing Yan had merely employed a little trick, making Diao Han himself fall under an illusion and believe that Xing Yan had easily stepped into his trap. In reality, Xing Yan had simply stood nearby watching his performance. Only when Qiong Rong arrived did these perfectly attuned siblings act-one splashed water, the other slipped through it. Just like the odd games they played every day, they instantly closed in on the tree demon and, in the blink of an eye, cut him down into the dust!
As for the dog-faced old demon Diao Han, the moment Xing Yan's sword severed his head, green light spurted more than three feet from his neck. Then his entire long, thin figure seemed to empty