The Post Sky Tipping Era

"Li Yi, you were in great danger just now, do you know that? With just one glance at that mural, you froze, just like everyone else, falling into a deep illusion. The flesh on your body was disappearing rapidly. If you hadn’t suddenly come to your senses, you would have died,"

Zhang Lei said gravely at this moment, "And like you, there are four others who have died here, one of whom was an external combatant from the inspiration realm."

Li Yi, who had by then regained his senses, showed an unsettled look as he spoke, "Just now, I saw the skeleton in the mural come to life, turning into a beautiful woman who was tempting me, like the spirits and ghouls of legends. I almost lost control."

"You’re not the only one who’s had a similar experience, I have too."

Suddenly, another skeleton beside them began to speak, "My fate isn’t much better than yours. With one look, I fell in. Here, only Squad Leader Zhang Lei and a Daoist priest from Sanqing Mountain have managed to resist such temptations with their willpower and break free from the illusion of lust."

Li Yi looked at him, hesitating to ask, "You are?"

"My name is Zhang Zhixiong, also an investigator. Wang Jian should know me," the skeleton said. "You guys were really careless, charging in here knowing it was dangerous. You should have investigated more thoroughly. Now look, you’re trapped here with us."

"Zhang Lei, I think the best way to get out of here is for the people outside to destroy the Skull Mural, which is the source that trapped us in the illusion. Only by destroying it can our consciousness break free from here and awaken in reality," Zhang Zhixiong said seriously afterward.

"This mural carries a mysterious power, likely a Mysterious Object, and it’s very difficult to destroy. If we use a large amount of explosives, our bodies outside the illusion would be damaged. Even if our consciousness returns, we might still be finished," Zhang Lei said somberly. "So your suggestion isn’t very good."

"If we can pinpoint the location, we could use a sniper rifle to shatter the mural from a distance, and then the problem could be safely resolved."

Suddenly, a figure in a Daoist robe walked over. His condition was a bit better than Zhang Lei’s; he still had a lot of flesh on his body, and his face looked normal.