Sanders looked at the change before his eyes with surprise. Behind Angel, a person’s silhouette seemed to emerge. Although the figure was very blurry… Sanders still recognized it. He had seen this figure in the Nightmare Witch Town in the Nightmare Realm.
This was Angel’s projection in the Nightmare Realm!
As Sanders was thinking this, the blurry silhouette’s eyes merged with Angel’s right eye as if they became one. Amidst the flickering of lights, a terrifying oppressive force suddenly assaulted him.
Even Sanders felt immobilized by this pressure.
Seizing the opportunity, Angel sprung up from the ground and swung his fist towards the frozen Sanders.
“At least I landed one punch!” muttered Angel to himself.
However, when his fist touched Sanders, his eyes revealed shock… it was, yet again, an illusion!
Meanwhile, the oppressive force from the eye’s luminescence had dissipated, and the silhouette behind Angel had vanished.
Trembling, Angel turned his head and saw Sanders behind him, his hand slicing down fiercely… but as the blade hand was about to touch Angel’s neck, it suddenly changed direction, pushing backwards.
What was in front of him was actually Angel’s illusion, and Angel’s figure was behind him.
Just as Sanders was about to strike at the figure behind him, he suddenly realized that it, too, was an illusion.
Upon closer inspection, he saw Angel perched atop a tree some dozens of meters away. As Sanders flew towards him, Angel was holding a withered leaf like a white flag, waving it pitifully at Sanders.
Sanders’ mouth twitched: “You set up that whole scenario, creating several linked illusions, just to run away?”
“Since the mentor’s real body isn’t here, what’s the point of me exerting myself?” Angel pursed his lips.
Sanders was stunned for a moment and then a faint smile curled at the edge of his lips, a flash of admiration in his eyes, followed by his figure slowly dissolving into points of light and disappearing.
Angel inwardly sighed: As expected, he had felt something was amiss halfway through the fight.
If the world was turned into an Illusionary Realm, why keep using ordinary illusions? Directly creating an Illusionary Realm would make it easier for him to fall for it.
Then he thought, “Could it be that I’m trapped in an Illusionary Realm?”
The facts proved that this was indeed the case!
Moreover, as Sanders’ figure turned into points of light, Angel also realized the level of this Illusionary Realm… Basic Sorcery again!
From beginning to end, Sanders had not used any power beyond Basic Sorcery.
Angel had once naively thought that his power had completely surpassed that of an apprentice. Now he realized that being more powerful wasn’t much use if he couldn’t open up his vision and perspective; he was still outplayed.
As Angel lamented, the real Sanders finally came from a distant place, leisurely approaching.
While Angel was lamenting his inadequacy, Sanders was actually surprised by Angel’s performance as well.
He hadn’t used any power other than Illusion Technique and physical skills, and neither had Angel. In this “fair fight” created by illusions, it was not difficult for Sanders, with his years of experience immersed in Illusions, to win. However, not only did Angel discover the truth at the end, he also managed to escape from the illusion, which Sanders had not anticipated.
Moreover, Angel’s display of physical strength and the unexpected flash from his right eye both surprised Sanders.
“Mentor,” Angel looked somewhat defeated.
“You did well,” Sanders, breaking his usual reticence, praised Angel.
He paused and then pointed at Angel’s right eye: “Projected Bloodline?”
“Yes, a couple of days ago…” Angel nodded and was about to recount the events of the past few days, but Sanders cut him off.
“We’ll talk about it another time.” Although Sanders was curious about what had happened, since the affairs of that day involved the Demon God, it was better to not speak of it for the time being. Besides, some things, once spoken, might not be heard by anyone nearby, but they always evoke ripples in the world lines, which could alert the Prophet Wizard if they were detected.
Besides, it’s sufficient to know the outcome; after all, the Projected Bloodline was currently a secret between them, master and apprentice.
“Was the Alchemy successful?” Since they were not discussing the past days’ events, Sanders went on to ask about the message Angel had transmitted through his essence blood.
“It was successful, but it will take a week or two before I can remove the curse from Toby.” Odeclass had said, ‘He will not take more than half a month to recover the strength to lift the curse,’ but he was unclear about the specifics.
Sanders nodded, then suddenly, as if he just realized, he asked with surprise, “Last time you said you were going to craft the Fire Transmission Stone. Don’t tell me the Alchemy you mentioned is…”
“That’s right, it’s the Fire Transmission Stone.”