Feilian was completely engrossed in observing the gigantic native illusion, monitoring its every move while frantically recalling every little detail from the historical slices he had experienced.
He wanted to find as many scenes of this native illusion as possible before making a decision!
Of course, during this process, losses were inevitable.
Because the Sorter on the other end was in an aggressively confrontational stance, as soon as Feilian sent out his enlarged demonic soldiers, the Sorter would continue to enlarge the native illusion, always maintaining a relative advantage in strength.
It was an all-out fighting posture!
And yet, Feilian dared not recklessly deploy all his power because he didn't know what cunning plan the Sorter had in mind.
What if there was a trap waiting for him?
