"Among those of the same level, no one has ever dared to spout nonsense before me!"
Mo Zhu snorted coldly. Every one of her figures erupted with surging demonic aura, rolling like tides and mist as it swept toward Lu Ren, instantly shrouding him.
Within the black mist, Lu Ren immediately felt heaven and earth abruptly change, as though he had been thrown into a battlefield of death.
All around him, countless battles erupted. Heart-rending screams rang out as family and friends he knew better than anyone fell one after another before his eyes.
"A mental divine technique?"
Lu Ren was slightly startled. An ordinary person would likely have fallen completely into this illusion already.
But he had cultivated the Chaos Divine Grinding Method. With a slight activation, he shattered the divine technique.
At this moment, all the prodigies around the plaza, including the Human Emperor Guards watching from the sidelines, stared fixedly at Lu Ren.
When they saw Lu Ren swallowed by the black mist, they all shook their heads.
This was Drunken Dream of a Thousand Autumns, a Supreme Divine Technique passed down by the Demon Emperor Hall. Once shrouded by the black mist, one would instantly fall into an illusion.
If one had seen this Supreme Divine Technique before, they could still escape by fleeing at extreme speed.
But Lu Ren had clearly never encountered it before. Once enveloped by the black mist, defeat was inevitable.
"It's over!"
Mo Zhu said calmly.
"Is that so?"
Yet a voice cold enough to freeze one to the bone seemed to drift from the Nine Nether Hell. Immediately afterward, a black-clad figure flew out of the black mist like a ghost, carrying fierce killing intent as he shot toward Mo Zhu.
"What?"
Mo Zhu's beautiful face drained of color. The