Wang Xuan felt a refreshing touch on his face and opened his eyes. The scorching pain from the red energy had been alleviated. He looked at the two figures before him.0

"Here we go again. Does it think I've lost my memory?" muttered Wang Xuan while glancing at the dreadful meteorite passage. Above the rock walls lay the Demonic Flower, only a short distance away.　　0

"Hurry up and get up," Demon Lord Yan Yan urged. Her red gown was torn to shreds and burned by the red energy.　　0

Indifferent, he shoved her and then grabbed her delicate white wrist to toss her aside. However, he was suddenly lifted up, and an enlarged pristine white fist rushed toward his face. 0

In an explosive movement, Fang Yuzhu reached out and grabbed Yan Yan's wrist, putting a stop to the scene. The aftershock of Yan Yan's fist inflicted intense pain on Wang Xuan's face. The fist carried unimaginable destructive power and did not even need to hit its target.0

"It looks just like the real thing," Wang Xuan calmly remarked. It wasn't his first time in this place.0

Did they really think illusions could deceive me? What a joke!　　0

He calmly reached out and shook his hand in front of...0