Chapter 0079

Chapter 79: Illusions! It’s All Illusions!

A terrible might roared. The talisman exploded, and the whole space trembled. In the air, over a thousand giant hands lined up like a forest. Each hand looked strong enough to grasp stars and pluck the sun and moon. The power was boundless. Faced with such a sight, even a Reincarnation Realm expert would turn serious and give way.

It was a true ninth-grade talisman.

The little demoness swayed, pale and soaked in sweat. With her own spirit strength, there was no way she could complete Talisman Ninety-One so fast. She only managed it because Zhou Tong stood beside her and carried eighty percent of the mental load. Even so, the result still fell short. Due to small errors in her spirit control, the power was less than forty percent of normal.

But even at that level, it was more than enough to heavily wound or even kill a Life-and-Death Realm foe.

Tun Lan started to laugh. It was wild and mocking, as if he was already sure, and he said: “As expected of you humans. Your little tricks never end. This illusion looks very real.”

He could feel the great danger. His instincts screamed at him about death. But he refused to believe what he saw. How could a Harmonization Realm girl jump two major realms, cross the gap beyond the ordinary, and unleash a strike that could threaten him? Impossible.

He ignored two facts: the little demoness had used a supreme art, and next to her stood a reborn man whose spirit stood at the Emperor Realm. Tun Lan did not dodge.

The thousand hands crashed down as one. The blow stitched into a sheet of killing light, smashing into Tun Lan with terrible force and speed. The radiance peaked so bright it seemed to flip into its opposite. Dark shards flashed within the glow, light and shadow twisting in a scary pattern. There was no spread-out shockwave at all. That meant every bit of force was locked onto the target. Talisman Ninety-One was built for pure single-target attack.

Holy Heart narrowed her eyes, saying: “Be careful. He is not dead yet.”

As the light faded, a warped human shape showed. His features had been wiped away. His body was twisted like a rope, and countless holes ran through him.

Zhou Tong grinned, saying: “Nicely done.”

The little demoness, face white as paper, still pumped a tiny fist with joy. If an ordinary Life-and-Death Realm expert took that hit, they would have been erased. To do this with her current strength would thrill anyone. Then her head spun. She stumbled and fell right into Zhou Tong’s arms.

“You,” Zhou Tong murmured, surprised and amused. He had known she would go big, but not this big. Smiling with fondness, he slipped a pill between her lips.

A few breaths later, color rushed back to her face, even a bit too much.

“I want to do it again,” she said, enchanted by the feeling of wiping out a strong enemy with a flick of the hand.

“Absolutely not,” Zhou Tong said, one arm circling her slim waist to hold her still.

She squeaked: “Ah!”

“Be good,” he said lightly. “If you do it again, I will need to rescue you. Besides, this lump in front of us does not need Talisman Ninety-One.”

Tun Lan’s twisted body shivered. The last spark of life flared, and he painfully regrew his facial features.

Zhou Tong tilted his head and asked with a smile: “How does it taste? Is this also an illusion?”

Tun Lan rasped back: “Yes… this is also an illusion. Your trick tried to hypnotize me into thinking I was badly hurt. Too bad for you, I will not fall for it.”

Zhou Tong stared, speechless.

Tun Lan threw his head back and laughed, saying: “Judging by your face, I hit the mark. You will still die today.”

Qian Miao Yu finally lost her patience and snapped: “Your nonsense has as many holes as your body. If you still cannot see reality, then I will end you myself.”

She gathered strength. One strike would finish him.

“Wait,” Zhou Tong said, lifting a hand to stop her. He had decided not to kill this Devil. This fool would hurt the Devil Race more if he stayed alive.

“Look into my eyes,” Zhou Tong said coldly.

Tun Lan met his gaze at once. The Emperor Grade Spirit took hold in a blink. Hypnosis struck, and Tun Lan collapsed. Zhou Tong also drew a talisman and cast a healing art on him. With the Devil Race’s toughness, the idiot would be back to full soon.

“Let’s go,” Holy Heart said, clapping once as a path opened ahead.

A stronger demonic pressure fell like a storm, pressing on all their heads.

Holy Heart’s face tightened as she said: “A Devil Marshal-level expert.”

Zhou Tong nodded, calm as ever, saying: “I expected this scene. Tun Lan’s life force dropping must have lured the Marshal over. Keep moving. Ignore him.”

In a blink, a huge shadow appeared behind them. The Devil Marshal had arrived and shouted: “Stay!”

He hurled a world-shaking strike at their backs. Zhou Tong did not even slow. A smile touched his lips as he spoke a short string of words: “Talisman Eighty-One, Severed-Sky Bastion.”

The demonic blast slammed into a shining barrier. The collision birthed a thunderous explosion. Black gas rolled and hid everything. When the dust cleared, Zhou Tong and the others were gone. Only a cracked, fading barrier hung in the air.

The Marshal stared and muttered: “Impossible. How could mere ants block a casual strike from me? Is he really hiding his true strength?”

He stepped closer to inspect, but the barrier vanished without a trace.

A shout burst out behind him: “Subordinate greets the Grand Marshal!”

Tun Lan had woken, and his sudden voice nearly made the Marshal jump.

“I thought you were dying,” the Marshal said, baffled.

“Grand Marshal, how could those humans hurt me? I only fell for their illusions,” Tun Lan said proudly.

“Illusions?” The Marshal frowned. “That cannot be right. Someone who could block my strike is no common foe.”

“Grand Marshal, that just means you fell for their illusions too,” Tun Lan insisted. “Look around. Where is the barrier now? Its disappearance proves it was fake.”

“No… I came because I sensed you were close to death. That means they did hurt you badly,” the Marshal said slowly.

“Grand Marshal, do you see any wounds on me?” Tun Lan said, spreading his arms. His body looked perfect.

“It is not like they beat me up and then healed me, right?” he added, perfectly serious.