NABC Chapter 2104 I can't tell!
Chapter 2104 I can't tell!
Chapter 2104 I can't tell!
Several miles ahead, the darkness that was once as thick as ink had been carved out into a relatively open area.
This area is about a hundred feet in diameter. The viscous demonic energy inside was forcibly dispersed by the violent energy turbulence, forming a vacuum zone.
The ground in that area was riddled with cracks and pits, interspersed with charred marks and frost patterns. The air was thick with turbulent, lingering spiritual energy, the pungent smell of burning, and a faint trace of blood.
Chen Fei did not appear immediately. Instead, he activated the Undying True Light Mirror to its fullest extent, with a clear light flowing deep within his eyes. At the same time, he separated a wisp of his mind to closely connect with the black bead in his sleeve, carefully sensing the battle circle.
Through the still-unsettled energy turbulence and lingering smoke and dust, Chen Fei saw Cao Feiyu's figure.
Her face was as pale as paper, and her once beautiful features were now filled with exhaustion, shock, anger, and a hint of deep-seated pain and confusion.
Her breathing was slightly rapid, but her movements remained agile. The long sword in her hand, as blue as autumn water, unleashed a sharp sword aura. However, the sword light lacked the smooth flow of the past and instead felt somewhat sluggish and heavy.
Chen Fei did not deliberately conceal his presence completely. The moment Cao Feiyu sensed his aura, she turned her head sharply like a startled bird, her sharp and wary gaze instantly locking onto Chen Fei's direction.
However, when her gaze met Chen Fei's, Chen Fei saw not the surprise or relief of seeing a companion, but an almost numb vigilance and a deep sense of bewilderment.
That look in his eyes was as if he were recognizing a phantom that was extremely familiar yet he dared not confirm it, filled with struggle and uncertainty.
Her lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't make a sound. However, the hand holding the sword seemed to tighten its grip even more.
Following Cao Feiyu's gaze and the direction of her sword, Chen Fei looked at her enemy, who had caused her to lose her composure and even become wary of Chen Fei's approach.
Just a dozen feet in front of Cao Feiyu, a young man dressed in the robes of a Danchen Sect disciple was seen, wielding a pair of black gold short halberds. His face was ferocious, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was launching a frenzied attack on Cao Feiyu like a mad tiger.
His moves were ruthless, completely disregarding his own defense, as if he wanted to perish together with Cao Feiyu.
Chen Fei vaguely remembered this man; he was a disciple from Cuiping Peak who had entered the ruins this time. His cultivation level was also at the early stage of the Tai Cang Realm, and he usually showed great respect to his senior sister, Cao Feiyu.
Meanwhile, at the edge of the cleared battlefield, five people lay on the ground.
They were all dressed in the attire of the Dan Chen Sect. Some were men, some were women, all lifeless, their bodies stained with large patches of dark red blood, clearly indicating they had met with certain death.
All the dead Cuiping Peak Tai Cang Realm members on the ground were killed by Cao Feiyu. Because they suddenly attacked, Cao Feiyu struggled to hold on and finally turned the tables and killed them.
Then Cao Feiyu saw some black energy emanating from these Tai Cang Realm disciples, as if they were being controlled, which was why they attacked her.
Cao Feiyu didn't know whether these were all illusions and tricks of the vengeful demon, or whether she had really killed a disciple of Cuiping Peak, and even that Chen Fei was lying on the ground at this moment.
At that time, Cao Feiyu only wanted to trap Chen Fei, but Chen Fei attacked wildly, even burning all his power in the end, just to attack Cao Feiyu, until he finally exhausted his power and collapsed there.
It was because of the moment Chen Fei fell that Cao Feiyu felt her mind tremble violently, just like the shock she felt when she heard the news of her Daoist partner Chu Xuanyu's demise. It was as if yesterday was replaying itself, impacting her soul.
This kind of mental shock is far more terrifying than any physical attack. It directly shakes one's moral compass, destroys reason, and plunges one into a huge emotional vortex and self-doubt.
At this moment, Cao Feiyu was clearly on the verge of a breakdown.
She could no longer calmly analyze whether what was happening before her was real or fake, could not determine whether the attacker was a controlled fellow disciple or a demon in disguise, and could not even confirm whether the Chen Fei who was approaching her was real or fake.
The immense psychological trauma and continuous mental shock severely impaired her judgment. She could only rely on her fighting instincts and remaining cultivation to passively withstand wave after wave of attacks from her fellow disciples. Her aura grew increasingly weak, and defeat seemed to be only a matter of time.
Chen Fei did not rush forward to help Cao Feiyu deal with that crazy fellow disciple. His gaze slowly swept across the entire battlefield, finally settling on the side and rear of the battlefield, in the shadow of a seemingly empty ruin.
In his eyes, the world presented a completely different picture.
With the Immortal True Light Mirror operating at full power, the illusion before my eyes rippled like a stone thrown into water, creating layers of unreal waves.
The figure of the Cuiping Peak disciple who was attacking Cao Feiyu like a mad tiger became blurry and distorted in Chen Fei's vision.
In Chen Fei's eyes, the corpses of the Cuiping Peak disciples on the ground were not real flesh and blood, but phantoms formed by pure demonic energy, resentment, and illusionary power.
The same applies to Chen Fei, who died on the ground.
All of this, including what Cao Feiyu heard, saw, and felt—the attacks from her fellow disciples, Chen Fei's frenzied attacks until his death from exhaustion, and even the painful memories of Chu Xuanyu's demise that surged within her, deliberately guided and amplified…
It was all an elaborate illusion, a series of illusionary traps set to exploit Cao Feiyu's psychological weaknesses, her fear of the strangeness of the place, and her worries about her companions.
And the culprit behind all of this...
Chen Fei's gaze pierced through layers of illusion, locking onto that seemingly empty shadow.
Within the vision of the Immortal True Light Mirror, a humanoid figure, seemingly composed of dense shadows and swirling demonic energy, stood leisurely there.
He wore tattered ancient celestial armor, his face blurred, only his eyes gleaming with a sinister, cruel, and mocking light, as he watched with relish Cao Feiyu's performance of struggling painfully and gradually collapsing in the illusion.
He was like a venomous spider that had woven a perfect web, not in a hurry to fight himself, but patiently waiting for his prey to exhaust its last bit of strength in its struggle before gracefully stepping forward to enjoy the meal that was fully seasoned with fear, pain and despair.
In Chen Fei's perception, the energy fluctuations emanating from this vengeful demon were seamlessly integrated with the surrounding demonic environment, making them difficult to measure precisely. However, the life level emanating from its core was roughly equivalent to the level of a cultivator who had just entered the mid-stage of the Tai Cang Realm.
Cao Feiyu, on the other hand, is a true peak mid-stage Tai Cang Realm cultivator with a solid foundation, profound techniques, and rich combat experience.
In a normal environment, if the two sides were to engage in a head-on battle, Cao Feiyu would definitely be able to firmly suppress her opponent and even win the fight.
However, thanks to the enhancement of the illusionary power by the ruins, the Vengeful Demon, who was clearly weaker in cultivation, was able to manipulate a peak mid-stage Tai Cang Realm cultivator at will.
The ubiquitous wails and desperate whispers, originating from the fallen ancient immortals and gods, are a natural source of spiritual pollution, constantly eroding and shaking the minds of cultivators, reducing their resistance to illusions.
Furthermore, the fragmented rules and chaotic Daoist rhythms remaining in this ruin itself provide authentic material and background for sophisticated illusions.
The demon of resentment does not need to be created entirely out of thin air. It only needs to skillfully guide, piece together, and amplify the fears, memories, and emotions that the target already has in their heart to weave a dreamlike illusion that is indistinguishable from reality and strikes straight at the soul.
Having clearly understood the situation and grasped its root cause, Chen Fei knew the key to breaking the deadlock.
"Senior sister, the vengeful demon is there!" Chen Fei took a deep breath and shouted sharply.
The voice was not loud, but it was as concise as an arrow, piercing through the noise of the collision of elemental forces on the battlefield and the ubiquitous whispers, and reaching Cao Feiyu's ears with perfect clarity.
At the same time, the Undying True Suchness Spiritual Light Mirror Technique within Chen Fei's body was rapidly circulating. In conjunction with the black bead in his sleeve, the spiritual light deep within his soul, which was unfathomable and could see through illusions, suddenly blazed brightly. The vast and pure spiritual power, mixed with the unique power of the technique to dispel illusions, surged forth from the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows.
The void trembled slightly, and three feet above Chen Fei's head, boundless clear light gathered and instantly condensed into a mirror of light that was neither real nor illusory.
The frame has subtle, mysterious patterns flowing around it. The mirror does not reflect the real object, but rather ripples with a layer of light as clear as autumn water, yet seemingly able to penetrate the deepest hell.
As soon as the mirror appeared, a clear and pure aura that dispelled all illusions instantly spread out, even the viscous demonic energy around it seemed to be forced back by this aura.
With a thought, Chen Fei slightly rotated the mirror above his head, and the clear light of the mirror surface, like mercury, enveloped Cao Feiyu, who was fighting hard, and the area within several feet around him.
Wherever the mirror's light falls, a sudden change occurs.
Like snow under the sun, the Cuiping Peak disciple, who appeared crazed, with bloodshot eyes, wielding a black gold halberd and fiercely attacking Cao Feiyu, had his body violently twisted and undulated under the clear mirror light, as if he could not withstand some kind of essential purification.
Immediately afterwards, his image faded and became transparent, eventually shattering completely like a bubble, turning into a few wisps of pure, dark demonic energy that dissipated into the air without leaving any trace of its existence.
Not only this disciple, but also the corpses of the Cuiping Peak disciples on the ground, as well as the corpse of Chen Fei, whose chest was stained with blood and whose breath was gone, all seemed to be shattered as phantoms.
The bloodstains, wounds, and even the scattered fragments of divine weapons they left behind also disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, Cao Feiyu felt completely refreshed.
The enemies who besieged her, the scene that provoked and tormented her, all vanished into thin air.
She was left alone, standing blankly on an empty field, sword in hand.
Chen Fei's actions did not stop. The light mirror above his head spun again, and the clear light of the mirror pierced the darkness, instantly enveloping the empty ruins that Chen Fei had previously seen.
"hiss!"
A sharp screech erupted from the shadows, as if a red-hot iron had been pressed onto flesh. The once ordinary shadows writhed and twisted violently under the mirror's reflection.
The dense, inky demonic energy was forcibly dispersed and purified, and a humanoid silhouette formed by a constantly rolling shadow and viscous black mist was forced to manifest.
His face was blurred, but his eyes, which were no longer the playful, eerie green, were now filled with offended rage, staring intently at Chen Fei and the light-colored glasses above Chen Fei's head that made him extremely uncomfortable.