"Ye Beichen!" A sudden shout exploded in Ye Beichen's mind, snapping him awake in an instant.
At the same time, a shadow stood in front of Ye Beichen. Like mist and thunder, the sword light swept across, splitting the bodies of two men in black tight clothes in half from the waist, turning them into two clusters of black smoke.
"Mr. Lin." Upon seeing the figure shielding him, Ye Beichen immediately reacted, cold sweat soaking his back, realizing he almost fell victim to an Illusion Technique.
"Be careful, it's her illusion!" Lin Mo warned.
At this moment, a trace of purple light flashed in Lin Mo's pupils. "My mind is like a clear mirror, seeing through some illusions."
Instantly, amidst the vibrant sakura petals and black shadows, two beams of purple light shot out from Lin Mo's clear eyes, breaking the sound barrier. Holding the Xuanyuan Sword, he struck down as if Nine Heavens Thunder rolled down, tearing the air with crackling lightning.
"No..."
