Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
Zhang Xiaohou stared at the face on the tentacle.
The colors around him suddenly disappeared, as if someone was using a giant eraser to rub away the colors. It felt strange and unreal.
The tentacles surrounding Zhang Xiaohou soon returned to the monster.
The monster's face kept switching. Yang Xiajie's face even appeared several more times.
The monster started fighting itself. The tentacles were tearing one another apart, and green blood was spraying everywhere.
Zhang Xiaohou's eyes glittered. He was confirming whether he was still stuck in an illusion.
A demon creature that was good at fooling one's mind would purposely create a surreal illusion to trick their prey into believing they were freed from the first illusion. It was like waking up from a dream, but in reality, they were still in the middle of a dream.