Chill and dampness descended upon him. A thick scent of blood lingered in the air, causing his stomach to turn. A hissing, scary noise came from below. It was slowly approaching, materializing itself into strange and absurd shadows. Gu Jun was falling into the embrace of illusion. Was it triggered by the stone slab? But the feeling of this illusion was very different; he was not pulled to another location. He was still there, lying on the platform at the top of the spiral staircase. He could feel himself exerting force with the others. However, it was no longer the Demon Hunters who were beside him. None of the Demon Hunter would be caught wearing the alluringly beautiful outfit.