Chapter 1286 - Illusion
Chapter 1286 Illusion
The instant the Grayskin rat darted forward, the Many-Eyed beast leaped forward impulsively.
Slow Ray!
Beam of Decrepification!
Aura of Weakening!
Three gray beams landed on the rat simultaneously, causing its tiny body to turn grayer than before. It wasn’t until the rat was crouching on the ground and utterly immobile that the Many-Eyed Beast shifted its heavy body beside the rodent. One of its eye-stalks wrapped around the rat and put it into its giant maw.
The gray rat was so tiny that it could barely even sate the appetite of the Many-Eyed Beast. However, the taste of blood was more than satisfying.
The creature reached out with its red tongue and licked away the last bit of flesh and blood from between its teeth. It was then that the Many-Eyed return to its spot, glanced around, and finally crouched down again.
The world in front of Spalla’s eyes quickly flickered when the illusion was broken.
This time, she appeared in an empty and mysterious hall. A young, pretty female adept slowly walked toward her, one step at a time. She was holding a black wooden spike gleaming with a sickly green sheen in her hands.
It looked exactly like the spike in the venomfiend’s body.
“How many times do you intend to use the same trick?” Before Spalla could shout out loud and shatter the illusion, her body trembled, and she roared instead, “Bastard! You dare trick me?”
Unfortunately, she understood the situation a little too late.
The pretty adept in front of her was no illusion at all. In fact, even the poison spike was real. The enemy had waved her hand, and the spike had stabbed Spalla in the waist as her blood energy dispersed.
Strangely enough, despite being stabbed, Spalla did not feel any pain at all.
Spalla was utterly shocked. She curled her fingers into claws and slashed several dozen times, sending crimson trails cutting through the air at the enemy.
Unfortunately, Marilyn Mona gave her no chance to attack. She had retreated the instant she managed to stab Spalla, placing down several psionic barriers in front of her as she retreated.
By the time Spalla broke through the barriers, the scenery around her had changed.
This time, Spalla was in an incredibly large arena. A massive sea of countless terrifying voodoo beasts was pressing towards her from every direction.
The voodoo beasts at the very front row growled and huffed, white mist coming out of their noses as they did so. The ground beneath them rumbled when they stepped forward. Their teeth were razor-sharp, and their eyes were bloodshot.
Spalla was slightly terrified. For the first time in this battle, she felt a genuine chill in her heart.
She pulled out the black spike from her waist. What started flowing out wasn’t red blood, but white pus that smelled like bitter almonds. A strange, numb sensation began to spread from her waist to her spine, heart, brain, and limbs. Spalla felt her eyes blur. She could no longer feel her waist now.
“This damned bastard! Just how many illusions did she make? Which ones are real? And which are fake?” Spalla shouted internally.
However, she had no time to verify reality or illusion. The terrifying horde was roaring and thundering toward here like a vicious torrent.
A violent and bloody battle instantly broke out in the arena!
As the battle in the illusion continued, Spalla’s actual body remained unmoving on the building’s first floor.
A dozen bubbles hovered in the air around her.
She was inside one of those strange bubbles, caught in a nightmare with her eyes shut. Every time a bubble popped, a new one would float over and catch her within.
A few strange wounds would then appear on Spalla’s body, causing blood to spill out. However, Spalla did not seem to realize this. Her eyes remained shut, her eyelids shuddering violently. She could not escape the illusions.
Of course, not all the illusions that Spalla was experiencing were fake.
Over thirty adepts in uniform sat cross-legged in the rooms surrounding the hall. They concentrated their Spirit, guiding Spalla’s mental consciousness and dragging her deeper into the illusions.
Occasionally, Marilyn Mona–who was standing in a corner of the hall–would send a dozen voodoo beasts or some adepts to attack the shapeshifter in the dreams.
It was the presence of these actual enemies that made the illusion so terrifying!
If Spalla could not differentiate between illusion and reality, then the illusory attacks would be able to leave actual wounds on her body. However, if she believed all attacks to be illusory, then the real attacks mixed between would inflict terrifying damage on her.
Real and illusory, illusory and real.
Sometimes, it could be very hard to tell the difference between reality and illusion.
And on the strange battlefield of the mind, the inability to do so often meant death!