Han Shuo had laid out the formation, and no one knew its intricacies better than its creator. Little Skeleton shared a mental connection with him, and with Han Shuo directing him with part of his attention, he naturally would not be affected by the formation either.
As soon as they entered the formation, the two flew toward Leviathan. With arcs of electricity flashing all over him and thunder rumbling inside his body, Leviathan was wandering among a dozen towering stone pillars, using his divine power to withstand the chaotic attacks around him.
It was a small illusion formation. Anyone who rashly entered without understanding it would become trapped in layer upon layer of illusions, unable to escape. Although Leviathan was a Lower God, he knew nothing about the Demonic Cultivation Art of another dimension. Within the illusion, fantasies likewise rose one after another in his mind. All manner of scenes interwove into images that appeared ceaselessly in his head.
The illusions could bewilder the mind. Many people he had killed charged at him one after another, baring their fangs and claws. Those indelible memories, those terrifying things he had deliberately forgotten, resurfaced in his mind with incomparable clarity at that moment, endlessly tormenting, ravaging, and battering his will.
Everyone who could become a Demon King possessed an exceptionally firm will and a cold, ruthless nature. With so many negative scenes replaying in his mind again and again, an ordinary person would probably have long since lost their senses, or even gone mad in severe cases. Yet faced with all this, Leviathan was not as vulnerable as an ordinary person. He could still firmly guard his mind. As long as the divine power remained within him, he felt boundlessly powerful, and he forcibly shattered those scenes through his own will.
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