And the method of the attack was still the white tentacles!
All of a sudden, a protrusion grew out of the white tentacle that was stabbed into the cloudscape, and before Sanders could react, this protrusion swelled up with the wind and turned into a brand-new tentacle!
It was like the branches of a tree dividing into trunk and twigs—the new tentacle was a branch split off!
And this newly grown tentacle was right beside Sanders!
It was poised like a sharp blade, ready to pierce into Sanders’ body!
Furthermore, it was not just one sharp blade. The three white tentacles that were originally stabbed into the cloudscape were now splitting into more “branches,” each one aiming for Sanders!
Sanders raised his eyebrows and glanced at Angel from the corner of his eye.
He had never seen such a technique before. Was this truly his own creation?
Like a thicket of thorns, like a persistent rain of blades forming a white prison. After successive booming sounds, the white cloudscape was flung into the air, obscuring the view.
When the dust settled, there was no trace of Sanders to be found.
“Another illusion?” Angel murmured.
While Sanders wasn’t hit by the white tentacles, he had witnessed their strength. Being attacked by such tentacles, comparable to official spell techniques, would probably be quite painful.
Even if Sanders could withstand such attacks, it was likely that he would be in a sorry state. Therefore, he decisively cast another layer of the illusionary realm and transported himself to another location.
When the attack did not succeed, Angel felt regret, but suddenly he heard the sound of wind behind him.
Turning around, he saw that, unbeknownst to him, Sanders’ next attack was already upon him! And this time, Sanders did not use a ranged method; it was a direct close-quarters attack.
Sanders’ right hand transformed into the scythe arm of a phantom mantis, with the crescent-shaped blade gleaming with a golden hue in the sunlight.
Angel didn’t panic because in his eyes, this was still only an illusion. Of course, one thing he was sure of was that even if it was an illusion, the attack was definitely real.
Therefore, Angel immediately directed the white tentacles behind him to swiftly form a dense web as a defense.
When the scythe arm swooped down, there was a clang.
The white tentacles blocked the scythe arm for a moment, but it was quickly slashed through and severed!
A look of shock and suspicion crossed Angel’s face, for the white tentacles were nearly akin to his exoskeleton, as sturdy as his physical body. If even the white tentacles were cut through, it meant Sanders’ attack had exceeded the upper limit of his physical strength!
Furthermore, Angel remembered that crisp sound and the tangible sensation…
Could it be a real scythe arm?!
By the time Angel realized it, he swiftly turned his head back.
There, what he had initially thought to be an illusion of Sanders, was now narrowing his eyes with a flash of cold light, a slight smirk on his lips. The scythe arm was raised high again, ready to fiercely chop down at his unprotected back!
It was real!
The moment Angel saw Sanders’ expression, he immediately understood.
Before he could think further, the scythe arm’s assault was imminent.
Even the sensation of the blade’s wind was almost upon him, leaving him no escape!
His heartbeat pounded, a rush of heat soared to his brain. Even as Angel’s thoughts hadn’t yet processed, his subconscious was already prompting him to save himself.
In the Mind Space, the psychic model suddenly contracted, and the Gate Model in the witchcraft slot immediately shone brilliantly.
In reality, a door suddenly materialized in front of Angel.
All this happened in a flash!
As soon as the door was formed, Angel stepped forward and his figure vanished within the gateway.