The moment the gray mouse burst out, the multi-eyed monster couldn't help but rush out.

Sluggish Ray ......

Aging Ray ......

Aura of Weakness......

Three gray rays of light fell on the gray mouse almost in no particular order, dyeing its tiny body with multiple layers of gray brilliance. It wasn't until the other man was lying on the floor and could no longer move a single inch that the multi-eyed monster moved its bulky body to its side and wrapped it in an eye stalk and sent it into the large, hideous mouth in front of him.

A gray-skinned rat didn't even have the qualifications to stuff his teeth compared to a calf-like multi-eyed monster, but the smell of blood was very satisfying.

Sticking out his long scarlet tongue and licking the last bits of flesh and blood between his teeth, the multi-eyed monster moved back to its original place, looked around, and lay down comfortably.

And how did it know, just within the five or six fingers where it had left, a small emerald green snake that was no more than a foot long quickly swam to the wooden door, and then squeezed it lightly and got in.

There were two people in the room, one lying and one standing, both male.

Lying on the bed was a middle-aged man in a wizard's robe, only to see that his face was pale, his lips were blue, his thin chest was lying together, and his breathing was a little short. The other man, on the other hand, was slightly obese, and although he was dressed in a fine aristocratic attire, he looked disheveled and haggard due to lack of care.

The wizard lying on the bed was apparently unconscious and fell into a coma. Therefore, the male nobleman could only paced anxiously around the room, and every time he came to the bed, he could not help but sigh when he saw his companion unconscious.

Sneaking into the house, Sparra did not appear rashly, but lurked in the shadows in a corner of the house, silently observing everything here.

She is now a third-order blood witch, but she is not a rookie who has just come out of the world.

The male nobleman in front of him was the same as the Antonel described in the intelligence from his body shape and appearance. However, for some reason, when Sparra focused her eyes on the other person's body, there was always a deep uneasiness.

It seemed that there was a god in the shadows who was hinting at something to her......

What's wrong?

Could it be that this sneak in was too smooth, so he suspected that he was a dark ghost?

Or maybe you're missing something?

Sparra immediately closed her eyes and began to replay in her mind every move she had made since entering the small building, as well as every detail.

With her third-order blood witch's spiritual power, she was able to re-filter the entire process like a 360-degree panoramic camera without difficulty or omission.

Vulture, Sparra's body shook, and she seemed to understand something.

Without hesitation, she came out of her hiding place, and her whole body quickly turned back into a human form in a burst of rising red mist, ignoring the crimson Grand Duke Antonel, who was full of horror and frightened and retreated again and again, and shouted angrily: "Marilyn Mona, this is your psychic illusion! My Spara has arrived, are you still ready to continue to deceive?"

Antonel, who was frightened by the change in front of him, suddenly screamed in surprise: "You...... You're Mistress Spala...... You're here to save me...... Take me away, sir!"

While crying, the other party staggered over.

Sparra's face flashed sharply, and as soon as he raised his hand, a red glow pierced directly through the skull of Antonel, opening a large piercing hole from his forehead to the back of his skull.

The other party's body stiffened suddenly, and he slowly fell down with a face full of shock.

Sparra didn't seem to care about the death of the rescue target, but silently gathered her strength, waiting for the arrival of the psychic mancer.

Finally, a sweet and elegant female voice echoed in this space.

"I'm really curious how you managed to see through this illusion...... Dear Lord Sparra, can you satisfy this curiosity of mine?"

With the appearance of the female voice, the whole room began to undergo strange and mysterious changes like a cold wind.

All the colors in the room are losing fast......

The dull and stale walls and floors were rapidly peeling and peeling, revealing the hollow gray material underneath. All the furnishings in the room, along with the unconscious wizard lying on the bed and the bloodied corpses lying on the floor, began to fade rapidly, leaving only gray outlines of objects.

However, Antonel's corpse on the ground was not completely informed, as the color and camouflage peeled off, revealing its true face.

Venom ......

A jelly-like bizarre creature covered in foul-smelling pus.

Within its almost translucent body, a black, hard spike floated. As you can imagine, if Spara had just let her get close, maybe what was waiting for her would be Venom Spit and Stinger Attack.

The scene in front of him disappeared without a trace, and Sparra instantly returned to where he started—at the entrance to the hall on the first floor.

Ralph froze in place, while she, Sparra, was still in vampire bat form, climbing out of his robes.

Sparra was startled, and then realized that the illusory and real smuggling process just now only existed in a dream. But how can I be sure that this scene is real?

Spalla didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and flew up from the ground, and the furious bloodline energy burst out of his body, creating a blood-colored field around his body.

Sure enough, where the blood-colored realm was permeated, the scene of the hall that I had just thought was real shook and shook again, and the wooden floor under my feet suddenly shattered and began to fall continuously.

Beneath the floor was a void, and a dark sea of fire could be seen rapidly scaling up. But before the sea of fire could reach the soles of Sparra's feet, this mysterious world was shattered by the tyrannical bloodline energy.

And when the illusion shattered, the world in front of Spala's eyes began to jump rapidly again.

This time she suddenly appeared in an empty mysterious hall, where a beautiful young witch was approaching her, holding a black wooden thorn with a faint green sheen in her hand.

It seems to be exactly the same as the stinger in Venom Monster's body before.

"How many more times are you going to use the same illusion?Give me ......" Before the last word "broken" could be spoken, Sparra was shocked and shouted: "Bastard, you dare to lie to me......"

Unfortunately, she understood a little late.

The beautiful witch who was close at hand was not a phantom, and even the stinger in it was real. Taking advantage of the gap in the dispersion of Spala's bloodline energy, the other party raised his hand, and the black wooden thorn instantly pierced the side of his waist.

The stinger entered the body, and there was not the slightest pain.

Spalla was shocked, and he bent his hands into claws, and swung dozens of blood marks at the other party.

It's a pity that the other party didn't give her a chance to attack, and immediately retreated after the first blow, and laid layers of spiritual barriers behind her while retreating.

By the time Sparra broke through all the barriers and rushed out, the scene had changed.

This time, Spara was in the middle of a huge Colosseum, and on all sides, a dense and black mass of terrifying witch beasts was closing in on her.

The low roars of the witch beasts in the front row, their snorts spitting white mist, the dull loud sound of stomping on the stony floor, and the cold fangs and bloody pupils......

Sparra's heart sank, and for the first time, she felt a chill from the bottom of her heart.

She pulled out the black thorn that was inserted in her waist, and instead of red blood, milky white and a stench of bitter almond pus flowed from the wound. A strange paralyzing sensation began to spread from his waist to his spine, heart, brain, and limbs, and Sparra's eyes blurred for a while, and he could no longer feel the presence of his lower limbs.

"How many illusions she's created this damn bastard, which one is real and which one is fake?" Sparra roared inwardly.

But she was not allowed to cast a spell to verify it, and those terrible witch beasts had already let out a deafening roar in unison, and rushed towards her like a rolling flood.

A bloody and brutal battle broke out in an instant!

…………

At the same time as the battle broke out in the illusion, Spala's main body was standing motionless in the hall of the three-story building.

Beside her, a dozen phantoms as beautiful as soap bubbles floated in the air.

And she, in the midst of a strange bubble, closed her eyes, silently had terrible nightmares. Every time the bubble burst, a new bubble floated past and shrouded her again.

And Spala's body will also have some wounds on his body from time to time, and bright red and sticky blood will flow from it. But Spara seemed to be unaware of this, still keeping her eyes closed, her eyelids trembling violently, and she couldn't break free from them.

Of course, Sparra's encounter wasn't all false visions.

In a few rooms next to the hall on the first floor, more than thirty wizards in special costumes gathered cross-legged around each other, condensing their spirits and firmly restraining Sparkra's mental consciousness and dragging him into the depths of the illusion.

Every once in a while, the Marilyn Mona Witch who stood in a corner of the hall would send a dozen witch beasts or other wizards to sneak up on the bloodsucking shapeshifter in the dream.

It is precisely because of the existence of these real guys that the illusion is even more terrifying!

Illusion attacks, if Spara can't tell if they're real or fake, they leave real wounds on her body. And once she dismisses all the attacks as fake, then the real attacks mixed in can cause her terrible damage.

True and false, illusory and true......

Sometimes it's really hard to tell the difference.

And on the weird spiritual battlefield, the result that cannot be distinguished is...... Die!