This plunged them into a deep, hazy dream.

When he opened his eyes again, he could no longer distinguish whose face belonged to Lin Jinglong or Lao Zui.

Ge Ling'er picked up the Gaia Sword.

He instinctively rushed towards one of the figures.

The people behind her were in the same state, all joining the battle without regard for anything else.

Lin Jinglong frowned slightly.

The old drunkard's extremely smug voice reached my ears.

"Lin Jinglong, these are all your companions. Although you may not care about all of their lives, you can't just kill them all, can you?"

In reality, both figures that Ge Ling'er and the others saw were Lin Jinglong; they were under the influence of an illusion.

They attempted to attack the party considered the drunkard.

But in reality, they are all Lin Jinglong!

Old Zui, on the other hand, calmly went far away.

He put his hands behind his back, his voice playful: "Lin Jinglong, let's see how you break this deadlock. Do you have any other way to wake them up from my illusion?"

Even Lin Jinglong had to admit it.

With his current understanding of illusion magic, it would be almost impossible for him to wake up Ge Ling'er and the others.

So there's only one way.

"Block them first, refine the essence of the mirage, and then we'll not only be able to deal with illusions, but also use them against that old drunkard."

Lin Jinglong sheathed the Dragon Roar Blade, picked up the dragon horn to study it, and at the same time dodged Ge Ling'er and the others' attacks.

In this process.

Li Xuanwei was already dead on the spot.

His life force and potential have been completely exhausted!