"You are right to fear me!" As Zhu Junfeng's roar faded, a low, hoarse voice drifted out from the wrecked Flying Ship.
THUD... THUD...
The next moment, to the sound of steady, powerful footsteps, Mingya's figure slowly walked out of the wrecked Flying Ship.
As he strode forward, a suit of dark, heavy armor with bizarre patterns gradually materialized on his body. A heart-pounding, sinister coldness emanated from it.
Illusion.
This was one of the Youtan Flower's abilities. By relying on the Youtan Flower seed rooted deep within their Sea of Consciousness, the Followers of Youtan Heaven could use their Magical Power to create illusions of any armor, weapons, or Magical Artifacts they had seen before.
Of course, there were limitations. First, the grade of the items they could form through Illusion depended on the tier of their Youtan Flower.
