"Dustseal, a Dark Gold boss! Are you confident?" Leng Yue asked worriedly. She couldn't see the boss's stats, but she had already experienced how powerful Dark Gold bosses were in the Killing Battlefield. Even though Dustseal had killed one before, that didn't mean he could handle another. Every boss had different stats.
"Move farther back," Wu Shaozhen said. This boss was much harder to deal with than the Slayer in the Killing Battlefield. All her damage ignored defense, and her Illusion skill left him uneasy. He had never encountered a skill like that before and had no idea what it would be like.
Seeing Leng Yue and the others trying to leave, the Three-Tailed Demon Fox suddenly gave a wicked smile. With a wave of her hand, the scenery before their eyes changed completely, as though they were no longer in the valley. Each person saw something different. Wu Shaozhen found himself in an ancient-style room draped everywhere with festive red silk. On the room's only crimson bed, a seductive woman lay reclining, barely clothed, beckoning to him.
"Holy shit, who could resist this?!" Wu Shaozhen quickly covered his nose to keep any mysterious liquid from trickling out. "So this is Illusion? Central Brain... you really know how to play."
Looking at the woman before him-her face, her figure, her pose-Wu Shaozhen wanted nothing more than to turn into a werewolf on the spot.
"Ah, if only this weren't an illusion." Fortunately, Wu Shaozhen still knew this was a game and could barely keep a clear head.
Just then, he suddenly felt a sharp pain.
-11400
A damage number of over ten thousand floated above Wu Shaozhen's head, but even after taking the hit, he remained trapped in the illusion.
*Damn, this is a pain. At this rate,