Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Blossoming Strokes, Unceasing Entropy, and Win By Grinding, who were at the side queuing up for their turn at the challenge, had their attention fixed on Ou Huang who had been standing steady within the array for over two and half minutes without failing.
The time limit for answering each simple multiple-choice question in the trial was two seconds. The time spent within the array was equivalent to answering at least half the questions correctly.
As Ou Huang persisted, Phantom and Guileless Gale, who had just failed, couldn't help but look over as well.
After three and a half minutes, Ou Huang's skeletal frame within the array trembled, making a crackling sound as his jawbone dropped to reveal a smile that, though eerie, was no longer surprising to the players…
"Big shot! Please guide us!" Blossoming Strokes and Unceasing Entropy immediately sucked up to him.
In the Town Hall, Yang Qiu, who was genuinely concerned that players would give up the spellcasting class, couldn't help revealing a relieved smile…
"Very good," Yang Qiu muttered, setting down his teacup and rising from his seat. He reached into one of the many spatial rings he wore and pulled out a little bag filled with magic powder, which was the fruit of players' hard labor, and sprinkled some powder around his chair.
Arrays used by illusionists were rather useful, just that he, as a practitioner of dark magic, needed to use magic powder if he wanted to cross over into other disciplines.
After setting up a miniature version of the illusory array, another "Yang Qiu" appeared on his chair.
By constructing specific light and shadow projections within the array and leaving a mind imprint inside, the caster could control the projection via the imprint. As long as there was no physical contact, the projection was indistinguishable from the real person.
This was why illusionists were so cunning; they could even create projections to replace themselves for extended periods, making it difficult for anyone seeking to assassinate them to locate their true whereabout
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