As soon as Ling Feng finished speaking, the world before the Illusionist flickered, and he found himself in a blood-colored swamp, the watery depths below filled with blood and decaying corpses!

The pungent stench of blood nearly suffocated the Illusionist!

"I never imagined that one day someone would drag me into an Illusory Realm!" The Illusionist looked around cautiously, his feelings a mixture of amusement and despair.

"Illusory Realm?" At that moment, Ling Feng's voice came from afar. He looked at the Illusionist and said with a cold laugh, "I'm sorry to tell you, this is not an Illusory Realm, this is merely a scene from an Asura Field in my memory! What you are seeing is everything I witnessed and experienced! So, the journey through Asura is about to commence, savor it well!"

The Illusionist's eyes narrowed, Ling Feng's words sounding like a call from Hell itself!

"This place was once real!" The Illusionist tried to leave, but he was horrified to find he couldn't escape—the Blood Swamp seemed to be absorbing his spiritual power incessantly, and waves of fear from deep within his heart surged uncontrollably into his mind.

"Where does this feeling of fear come from?" The Illusionist hugged himself tightly, looking up to find an endless expanse of Blood Swamp, resembling Asura Hell itself, with blood and corpses everywhere!

Gag! The Illusionist knelt in the swamp, overcome with nausea, retching continuously to no avail!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh! The mournful whisper of the wind seemed to carry with it the wails of countless restless souls, making the Illusionist feel like a helpless child, as fear and despair grew within him, almost enough to drive him mad!

"Is this the depth of this guy's inner world?" The Illusionist soon realized that to break free from Ling Feng's Asura Hell, he would only have to withstand the fear and despair Ling Feng had endured at the time!

However, the Illusionist was worried—could he really endure it? Because if he couldn't, the fear and despair would break through his mental defenses, plunging his spirit entirely into terror. If so, he would truly fall into the abyss, and only death could release him!

Ten minutes—that was all the Illusionist could withstand before his body began shaking uncontrollably, as if he were about to break down!

With a spurt, the Illusionist vomited blood and forced his eyes open, looking at Ling Feng with fear in his eyes and hoarsely said, "You are a real devil, a devil from Hell!"

Ling Feng raised his eyebrows, "Not bad, actually using an Anti-Mental Storm to free yourself from my Bloody Purgatory. But what good is it to break free? Your spiritual power has already been severely damaged, and your strength greatly reduced. Do you still think you can escape from me?"

The Illusionist wiped the blood from his mouth. As a master of spiritual power at S-level, he had concentrated almost all his cultivation on enhancing his spiritual power. Without it, he was merely an A-level master!

And now that he was injured, he was no match for Ling Feng!

"You cannot kill me!" The Illusionist gasped, looking at Ling Feng, "I've set a Mental Bomb in Yun Hanrui's mental world. If I die, the bomb will explode completely, and when it strikes against your Mental Barrier, Yun Hanrui will become a living dead!"

Ling Feng squinted his eyes, "Are you threatening me?"

"I'm stating a fact!" The Illusionist stood up straight and said, "I know that Yun Hanrui is very important to you, otherwise you wouldn't have come to catch me in person. If you'd allow Yun Hanrui to become a living dead just to kill me, I don't think you'd be willing to do that!"

"Even if I killed you, I could find a way to heal Yun Hanrui!" Ling Feng said calmly, "Whether it's the Coronet of Light from the Papal Court of Light or the Sword Sheath of King Arthur of the Round Table, both have the effect of bringing back the dead!"

The Illusionist laughed, "But do you dare to gamble? Indeed, those two items are miraculous in treating physical injuries, but mental damage is different from bodily harm. Once the mental world collapses, not even God in the flesh can bring them back—I think you're well aware of that!"

Ling Feng stared at the Illusionist and said, "You're right, so what's your condition? Do you want to use Yun Hanrui's life in exchange for your own?"

The Illusionist said indifferently, "My life isn't worth mentioning in your eyes, but Yun Hanrui holds an important place in your heart. I think you should know what to choose, right?"

Ling Feng thought for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward and punched the Illusionist in the stomach!

Confidence on the Illusionist's face instantly turned to astonishment. He doubled over in pain, and Ling Feng wiped his fist and said indifferently, "I hate it most when someone threatens me with my friends. But congratulations, your life is now in my hands! I'll find a way to deal with Yun Hanrui's Mental Bomb later, then come back to deal with you!"

Just to be safe, Ling Feng gave the Illusionist a thorough beating and even sealed his powers, ensuring he didn't have the strength to detonate the Mental Bomb in Yun Hanrui's mind!

However, this solution was not a long-term plan. To truly solve Yun Hanrui's problem, they had to dismantle the Mental Bomb. But dismantling a Mental Bomb was not a simple task—if anything went wrong and the bomb detonated, Yun Hanrui would indeed become a living dead!

The only way to safely dismantle the bomb was to first protect Yun Hanrui's mental world, to ensure the process could proceed smoothly.

"The Crown of Light and the Scabbard of the King!" Ling Feng rubbed his brow with some headache. Both of these items were their respective legacies; the likelihood of getting them was just too low!

Compared to the Crown of Light, Ling Feng was more confident in obtaining the Scabbard of the King, but thinking about his affair with Daphne, he still felt it was better to go to the Bright Church to borrow the Crown of Light. Although the cost might be greater, at least there would be no unexpected complications.

Meanwhile, in the Yun Family's residence, Yun Hanrui sat on the bed, somewhat perplexed, "Huh? What did I eat tonight? What happened? Why don't I remember anything? Could it be that I've been too tired lately?"

With the Illusionist's powers sealed, he was no longer able to control Yun Hanrui, which made her puzzled over the gaps in her memory.

"Forget it, don't think too much about it! Better go to sleep early!" Yun Hanrui lay down, and remembering Ling Feng's embrace from the day, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

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