After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 119 - "A New Toy to Play With~"

Xia Zhiyue sensed something was amiss.

Her Lunar Eclipse was an absolute technique within this illusionary realm. Under the blood moon’s light, black flames would indiscriminately consume the entire illusionary world.

Of course, this was an illusion and wouldn’t actually burn He Ange to death.

But even so, the mental assault from the illusion was formidable.

According to her expectations, He Ange should now be overwhelmed by the fear of the apocalypse. He would watch as the Lunar Eclipse burned his body bit by bit. In his final moments, he would see visions of the afterlife and his most cherished loved ones being consumed by the flames...

This endless cycle would break even the strongest minds, reducing them to slaves under the Sacred Maiden’s nine tails.

That was how it was supposed to work.

However,

He Ange, bathed in the sea of black flames, was not only unafraid but also faced the Lunar Eclipse head-on.

There’s a saying: fear comes from the unknown.

Like magic tricks, they seem real to ordinary people but are just formulas to fellow magicians.

The same principle applies to illusions.

He Ange, in this case, was like a fellow magician.

Through his understanding of the Lunar Eclipse, the apocalyptic illusion was no longer a terrifying end of the world but a series of complex spiritual codes.

Of course, with his current skills, fully breaking a Divine Transformation-level illusion was nearly impossible.

But he didn’t need to break it entirely; he just needed to weaken it.

He didn’t need to nullify the Lunar Eclipse completely. He only needed to reduce the mental pain caused by the black flames and weaken the debilitating effects like suffocation, blindness, and dizziness.

Moreover, He Ange’s mental strength was already formidable.

He didn’t need to eliminate all the debuffs, just reduce them to a tolerable level.

As for the remaining illusionary effects, he could ignore them. Knowing it was an illusion, even seeing his beloved silver-haired fairy die before him wouldn’t faze him, let alone the hellish landscape beneath his feet.

No matter how realistic the apocalypse seemed, he treated it all as illusionary effects.

At this moment,

He Ange was fully prepared mentally.

He pulled the Silver Phoenix Sword from the ground, bearing the negative effects as he stood up, breathing heavily, and looked up at the fox maiden in the sky.

The white-robed youth, covered in black flames, with limbs charred and incomplete...

Yet he remained unafraid, his black eyes reflecting an indescribable madness.

He rose from the hellish flames, dragging his charred body, and stepped towards the unreachable nine-tailed fox maiden.

With each step He Ange took,

Xia Zhiyue’s heart trembled.

Her pupils dilated, her enchanting eyes filled with deep-seated fear, as if she were seeing a demon rising from hell.

“How is he still standing...?”

Xia Zhiyue couldn’t comprehend.

He Ange’s limbs were burnt beyond recognition, his body in a hellish inferno, enduring constant excruciating pain. Anyone enduring such an apocalypse should be on the brink of collapse.

He was like a ghost from the abyss.

“Sacred Maiden, since you’re determined to kill me... I’ll have to drag you to hell with me.”

He Ange smirked, dragging the flaming Silver Phoenix Sword.

He crouched, then, under the Sacred Maiden’s horrified gaze, leapt into the air, reaching the same height as the blood moon fox maiden.

How did he jump so high?!

A Core Formation cultivator shouldn’t be able to float freely, even with sword flight. He shouldn’t be able to leap this high in an instant!

Was he using an illusion?

Xia Zhiyue was stunned, unable to react as He Ange drew his sword—

Sword Technique: Phoenix Dance in the Nine Abysses!

Enhanced by the illusion, the silver sword split into nine phantoms, forming a seven-star sword array around Xia Zhiyue.

For a moment, Xia Zhiyue panicked.

But she quickly regained her composure. Even if He Ange had hidden some illusionary tricks, his core strength was still only at the mid-stage Core Formation.

Even if he could ignore her Lunar Eclipse, he couldn’t defy the cultivation world’s power hierarchy!

Demonic Technique: Nine-Tailed Dragon Slash!

Against the Lunar Eclipse, the fox maiden’s nine tails transformed into nine dragons, tearing through the sword array.

In an instant, He Ange’s technique was shattered.

But this didn’t surprise He Ange. In terms of raw power, he was no match for Xia Zhiyue. If she used physical attacks instead of illusions, she had an absolute advantage.

However, Xia Zhiyue didn’t know He Ange’s weaknesses. She only knew her specialty was illusions, so she would naturally use her high-level illusions when serious.

“Bluffing!”

Seeing her easy victory, Xia Zhiyue regained her confidence.

She curled her fingers, gathering demonic energy in her palms, while the snowflake patterns in her eyes spun, combining ocular and illusionary techniques.

“If Lunar Eclipse doesn’t scare you, let’s see how you handle this!”

Illusion Technique: Mirage Abyss!

This time, Xia Zhiyue unleashed her century-honed illusionary skills to their fullest. Bathed in the blood moon’s light, her nine tails spread wide! The intense battle had fully activated her nine-tailed bloodline, making her smile increasingly manic and demonic.

Boom, boom, boom—

The illusion activated, the blood moon behind her expanding.

Rising from the ground was an immense, endless tower!

The tower loomed over He Ange, blocking out the sky, reminiscent of the mythical tower that imprisoned the Monkey King.

Xia Zhiyue was about to unleash this Divine Transformation-level illusion on He Ange.

At the critical moment,

Thud—!!!

A sharp pain in her chest disrupted her demonic energy flow.

Not only that, but the interruption in her energy flow began to slowly dismantle the Lunar Eclipse illusion.

The immense tower above He Ange started to disintegrate into dust.

“Haha, haha...”

“Scared me to death. I thought I was done for...”

He Ange, blood dripping from his lips, laughed like a villain.

He felt a sudden weightlessness as the Lunar Eclipse illusion collapsed, losing his ability to fly and falling to the ground.

But he wasn’t the only one falling.

The once-majestic snow-white fox maiden also plummeted.

Thud!!!

The fox maiden landed with a crash, sending ice and dust flying.

Using her nine tails to cushion the fall, she landed gracefully on the ice.

But now, she looked at He Ange in disbelief.

“Why is my cultivation suppressed to the Core Formation stage...”

The Sacred Maiden was visibly shaken.

She looked around, realizing her control over the illusionary realm had weakened. The sharp pain in her chest signaled that she was no longer the sole master of this realm.

“I created this illusion, yet I’m not its sole master?”

Xia Zhiyue couldn’t understand.

She looked at He Ange, who was kneeling with the Silver Phoenix Sword planted in the ground.

She noticed not only the abyssal energy-infused orb on him but also a jade ring on his left index finger.

The ring itself wasn’t particularly powerful, but it emitted an abyssal aura that dominated the illusionary realm.

“This is quite a coincidence!”

“I just realized... The Sacred Maiden’s illusions are powered by abyssal energy.”

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He Ange stood, clutching the ring, seizing control of the illusionary realm.

“An old teacher of mine had some knowledge of abyssal energy.”

He smiled nostalgically. “And fortunately, she passed some of that knowledge to me.”

…

In the northern secret realm, an ancient palace lay frozen in ice.

In the depths of the abyss, a young girl with phoenix scales and a youthful appearance opened her eyes, gazing forward with interest.

She raised her hand, as if sensing something.

After a moment, Feng Yuan lowered her gaze, chuckling softly.

“Another new follower of the abyss.”

In a good mood, she hummed a tune, crossing her legs and admiring her delicate hands.

Finally, she sensed the source of the new follower.

On her previously ring-less pinky finger, a new, elegant abyssal ring formed.

Satisfied, she tapped her foot, her phoenix-scaled leg swinging.

“Since I can still gather ten rings, the one I lent to He Ange...”

“He can keep it.”

With a smile, her sharp, familiar fangs gleamed.