Chapter 378

Chapter 378: Little White Strikes

Song Zhan surged with murderous intent, focused solely on eliminating his opponent first.

But Shangguan Qianxue spoke up: "It seems he’s already found the key to breaking the formation. We can wait until he opens the tomb."

If Zhou Luo truly succeeded in breaking the formation, their combined strength would ensure victory against him.

Moreover, it would spare them significant effort.

Upon hearing these words, Song Zhan responded coldly: "Haven’t you noticed? That royalty-born woman who was with him isn’t here?"

From beginning to end, only Zhou Luo had appeared.

He didn’t believe that Long woman was dead—if she were, Zhou Luo couldn’t have escaped alone.

The only explanation was that she survived but remained restricted somehow.

Delaying risked complications.

If Zhou Luo broke the formation and she joined him here, it would become two against two.

Shangguan Qianxue stared at Zhou Luo’s figure, remaining silent.

She had to admit her Senior Brother was likely right. Yet an inexplicable feeling told her Zhou Luo would succeed.

If so, they’d avoid the exhausting task of breaking the formation themselves.

While she hesitated, Song Zhan had already closed in.

His broadsword gleamed snow-white, reflecting his icy, murderous expression. Sharply focused eyes locked onto Zhou Luo’s neck.

Anyone below the Nascent Soul realm would perish instantly if beheaded—even the mightiest immortals couldn’t save them.

When merely a foot behind Zhou Luo, Song Zhan sensed no reaction. Without hesitation, he raised his blade and swung down fiercely.

Meow—

Just then, a cat’s cry rang beside his ear.

The next moment, the scenery twisted and distorted before him. A gigantic beast roared into view, its gaping maw radiating such an intense smell of blood it felt chillingly real.

Panic flickered in Song Zhan’s eyes, but he dismissed it as illusion. His strike continued unabated, slashing heavily downward.

Roar!

As the blade struck the beast, it bellowed deafeningly. Scalding shockwaves erupted, blasting Song Zhan several steps backward.

He instantly realized—he’d already been trapped in a hallucination.

His blood ran cold.

He was a Second Level Formation Master, his mental strength formidable!

Under normal circumstances, he should’ve sensed an illusion’s approach immediately.

So why had he noticed nothing?

Could this be a trap left by the deceased Golden Core master?

Regret flooded Song Zhan—how could he have been so careless, slipping into another illusion without warning?

His recent recovery from poisoning had likely dulled his defenses.

If that poison hadn’t muddled his mind and damaged his mental strength, he probably could have sensed it.

He wouldn’t have become this passive.

Now, the solidified gigantic beast charged at him, its ferocious momentum threatening to obliterate the heavens and earth.

Song Zhan didn’t dare be careless, immediately catalyzing his magic power to block it.

Usually, illusions in an illusion formation could be ignored—but since his opponent could make him enter the formation undetected, it signaled the formation’s unusually high skill level.

Illusions in such formations often couldn’t be overlooked.

Though fake, suffering injury within an illusion would still traumatize the mind.

Therefore, Song Zhan had no choice but to confront it wholeheartedly.

Outside, Shangguan Qianxue stared at her suddenly motionless Senior Brother, then at the white spirit cat perched on Zhou Luo’s shoulder—her pupils contracting sharply.

She sensed a powerful aura radiating from it.

Stronger, even, than her own.

It was a Second Level Spirit Beast, its contained might exceeding imagination.

Especially those crystal-blue eyes swirling with an unnatural glimmer of light—their overwhelming Illusionary Power suddenly gave her déjà vu.

For a moment, she seemed transported back to Illusionary Forest years ago.

Was this left behind by that Golden Core master, or is it Zhou Luo’s?

Two thoughts flashed through Shangguan Qianxue’s mind.

Little White stared back at her, its fur glowing lightly with spiritual light. Streams of Illusionary Power poured incessantly toward Song Zhan, actively preventing his escape from the illusion.

Shangguan Qianxue pressed her lips together, finding the situation increasingly troublesome.

She stepped forward, intent on interrupting first.

Meow-

Little White cried out again.

The crisp sound sent ripples through the air; a torrent of Illusionary Power surged forth, aiming to engulf Shangguan Qianxue.

The attack came abruptly and savagely. Without techniques or treasures to clear the mind and dissolve illusions, resistance was impossible.

She tried clamping down her mental defenses, silently reciting mind-cleansing mental drills.

But as the Illusionary Power washed over her like a tide, her consciousness sea was violently assaulted.

Under the impact, her mind nearly fractured, plunging her within the illusion.

She scrambled backward hastily. Her opponent didn’t pursue, yet those crystal-blue eyes never left her.

Shangguan Qianxue realized this likely belonged to the senior who had bestowed Zhou Luo with great fortune.

Surprising he held such a trump card.

Her beautiful eyes glimmered thoughtfully.

If she forced a confrontation, she could rescue her Senior Brother and with his help, defeat her enemy.

But the cost would be immeasurable.

This unexpected Second Level Spirit Beast particularly made her recognize he almost certainly held further trump cards.

Every angle now needed consideration.

After all, he also had children within the Immortal Sect.

They might lack influence now, but in the long term?

Creating enmity now risked future complications.

"We won’t harm him. Release my Senior Brother," Shangguan Qianxue offered compromise.

Little White remained distrustful, holding position while radiating Illusionary Power.

"How about this—trap him, but don’t hurt him. Otherwise, I’ll fight to the death to slay your master."

Left with no alternative, Shangguan Qianxue conceded further.

Meow—

Only then did Little White emit a light cry in agreement.

Shangguan Qianxue could only stand aside, silently waiting.

Time crawled by. Under Little White’s Illusionary Power, Song Zhan remained unsconscious, though his steady breath suggested no immediate peril.

Meanwhile, Zhou Luo, having broken through four illusion layers, reached the fifth.

Here, Zhao Zhi Xuan stood just one step shy of the Golden Core stage.

Freshly emerged from a secret realm, a smile graced his face—apparently having just gained precious treasures.

Spotting Zhou Luo nearby instantly, he exclaimed, "Friend! Fancy meeting you again!"

The next instant, he sprinted over with lightning speed.

Zhou Luo’s expression turned guarded as the Fu Yao magic sword materialized in his hand.