The wailing ghosts cried out, asking why he had to kill them, saying they only wanted to survive. They wanted to drag Jiang Fan into the endless Hell.
"Is this the illusion technique of a Refining Void-level Celestial Demon?"
Jiang Fan's face was grim; he wanted to resist, but found his body incredibly heavy, as if his limbs were filled with lead, making it difficult to move.
The boundless Primordial Magical Power stagnated within his body, and his sea of consciousness was flooded with countless negative emotions—fear, regret, despair—drowning him like a tidal wave.
The terrifying illusion realm from the Celestial Demon was like a giant net, firmly trapping Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan saw what he desired most right in front of him, just within reach, yet at the moment of grasping, it turned into an illusion;
He felt the most piercing betrayal as those he once trusted most were stabbing at his heart with knives;
