"Swish, swish, swish-"
The Phantom Mosquito was far from slow, beating its wings as it flew straight at Lin Ke.
It moved so fast that it even left trails of afterimages behind it.
But the Phantom Mosquito's strength lay not in its speed, but in its eerie, unpredictable mental illusions.
Before it even arrived, its mental illusion had already swept over more than half the battlefield.
More than half the Golden Wing Sect's Golden Core cultivators were caught within it.
Although this killing move of the Phantom Mosquito was quite effective against a few enemies, group combat was where its advantages truly shone.
In group combat, the mental illusion would affect every cultivator within its range.
Moreover, these affected cultivators would create mental disturbances among themselves, stacking the illusion's power layer upon layer.
Once one person succumbed, others would be dragged down too, and it could even cause cultivators to slaughter one another.
In a previous major battle, the Phantom Mosquito had used this very ability to cause the deaths of many Golden Wing Sect disciples.
Now, the Phantom Mosquito clearly intended to repeat its old trick and disrupt the Golden Wing Sect disciples' battle formation.
And the method did indeed work.
"Hey, little lady, don't go!"
"Not enough, not enough! This little bit of wine amounts to nothing! Come on, waiter, I'm not going home tonight! Bring me three more jars!"
"Forgive me, Master! I shouldn't have peeked at senior sister bathing! I really didn't see anything! Please spare me!"
"Today's a wonderful day, everything you wish for will come true..."
For a moment, almost all the disciples on the field descended into madness.
By contrast, the Demon Race's horde of Demon Beasts was completely unaffected.
"Move, move! Get out of my way! I'm going to chop those Human