1725: C1725 Psychic Storm

C1725 Psychic Storm

For the past few days, Han Zhen had placed all of his focus on cultivating the Primordial Secret.

This was also the only method that Han Zhen would use all his time to cultivate.

This kind of cultivation method that belonged to the top level Spiritual Sense in Cultivation Realm had finally, at this moment, erupted with an incomparable strength.

BOOM!

All the water around Han Zhen completely shattered.

All the water in the lake was instantly broken into smaller units and turned into white mist.

When Han Zhen stepped out of the white mist, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. It was as if he had stepped into an endless white world.

"Illusion realm!"

"Done!"

Augusta's voice sounded coldly.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Taiyuan Lake was a field of white.

It was as if the entire world had sunk into an endless expanse of white.

However, when looking from the high altitude of the Taiyuan Lake, the surrounding scenery was exactly the same as before.

Han Zhen was in a vast expanse of whiteness and couldn't find any direction.

As an assassin, Augusta had come here when he knew the location of the decisive battle was Taiyuan Lake, so he had made his own preparations beforehand.

In the Taiyuan Lake, Augusta had already laid down a crystal suitable for him to stimulate his own mental strength.

These crystals could be triggered by Augusta in an instant.

"Since you know that I'm Psychomotor, but you're not prepared for my spiritual force attack. You're too stupid!" Augusta sneered.

"What a pity!" Geng Yuxuan shook his head, "Psychomotor's illusion has been completed. Unless he breaks through the illusion with his powerful mental strength, he will be lost in the illusion."

"Does that mean Han Zhen has already completely failed?" Luo Yunfeng hesitated.

"You could say that." Geng Yuxuan nodded.

"Then can we save him?" Luo Yunfeng said carefully.

Geng Yuxuan was a little curious, "Why do you want to save him?"

"It's not that I want to save him, it's that we're all Chinese. After all, we don't want him to die in the hands of a foreign country." Luo Yunfeng smiled awkwardly.

Harrington, who was on the side, immediately frowned when he heard this. The rules of this match had already been decided. As long as the two sides did not violate the rules, the others could not interfere. I think that with China's great Martial Arts Realm, she shouldn't have sullied her own name just because of this matter. "

Geng Yuxuan also shook his head, "As people of Martial Arts Realm, we cannot lose our reputation just because of this little matter."

Seeing this situation, Luo Yunfeng could only sigh.

After all, his Cultivation Level s were far from enough, and even if he went up, he would die without being able to do anything.

Seeing Han Zhen staying still, he was confused.

Augusta will never let this opportunity go. After all, killing Han Zhen is worth 5 billion Chinese dollars.

To be able to kill Han Zhen, Psychomotor's name would naturally become a new legend in the world of assassins.2

Of course, this was all thanks to Han Zhen's arrogance. He thought that he could fight with his own strength!

"Die!" Augusta pointed at a distance with the Staff in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, the sky was filled with torrential rain, lightning, violent winds, dark clouds, as well as beasts that had gathered from the darkness …

Many of them changed in the blink of an eye.

There were too many to count!

There was no way to describe it!

All the anomalies appeared around Han Zhen. The explosive information tide let out a sound like a clap of thunder.

There were black cracks in the surrounding space that had been torn apart by the spiritual energy.

It was as though the end of the world was approaching, causing fear to well up in one's heart.

"Mental Storm!" Augusta said.

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