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"Not bad defense." She said softly, acknowledging the superior defensive power. Suddenly, she exerted force with her longsword, attempting to break through the defenses directly.

Chen Guan knew that this couldn't go on. He could rely on the defense of the protective barrier to withstand the attack, but if he continued like this, not only would he fail to get rid of Guan Jinyue, but he would also further expose his strength.

He held a hammer, standing on the deformed floor of the carriage, his eyes beneath the mask meeting Guan Jinyue's gaze.

It was at this very moment.

Chen Guan's spiritual power passed through the other person the instant their pupils met, like an extremely thin thread, penetrating the other person's perception layer along the optic nerve.

Illusion.

Guan Jinyue's pupils dilated slightly for a moment, then refocused.

In her field of vision, He Chenguan was still standing in the same spot, the hammer in his right hand, in the exact same posture as before.

But the real coffin had already shifted two steps to the left, its back pressed against the remaining iron wall of the carriage, its breathing at its shallowest.

Guan Jinyue moved.

When the sword light came down, Chen Guan saw it clearly. The sword struck the spot where he had been standing three seconds earlier, and a crack was instantly cut into the floor of the carriage.

Without illusion magic, even with protective abilities, he would have been badly injured by this sword strike.

Guan Jinyue sheathed his sword, looked at the phantom in front of him, and frowned slightly.

"Your defense is stronger than I expected."

She was talking to the air.

Chen Guan did not respond. He could not speak. The premise of maintaining the illusion was that no additional sensory interference could be generated. Once he opened his mouth, the location of the real sound source would not be consistent with the illusion, and Guan Jinyue would immediately react.

Guan Jinyue drew his sword again.

This sword strike was heavier than the previous one; the sword energy pierced through the floor of the carriage, blasting a crater in the ground. Shards of stone and metal flew out, striking the walls with clanging sounds.

He Chenguan, in the illusion, was blasted away by the attack, crashed into the road, rolled twice, and then stood up again.

This is the built-in feedback mechanism of illusion magic. It simulates the target's behavior pattern according to the caster's preset. Chen Guan's preset template is He Chenguan's character. He can get up after being hit and continue to act recklessly after getting up.

Guan Jinyue looked at the phantom that had stood up again and, unusually, tried to persuade it again: "The core of the dragon-skin demon is not worth risking your life for."

The phantom did not answer because Chen Guan had not set up a dialogue function for it.

Guan Jinyue raised her right hand, palm facing forward, and spatial ripples spread out from her fingertips.

Chen Guan's eyelid twitched.

He had seen this action before; those who disappeared silently all died this way.

The phantom was enveloped by the power of space, its body as if gripped by an invisible hand, and then slowly sank, the ground beneath its feet beginning to crack.

Guan Jinyue is taking a non-existent person seriously.

Taking advantage of the opening, Chen Guan silently climbed out through the gap in the carriage. Leopard followed behind him, its four paws landing without making a sound, its purple pupils flashing in the darkness.

He retreated, pressed against the shadow of the wall, the hammer still in his hand, the iron box still in his inner pocket, and the protective layer of the amulet still functioning.

The illusion can last for about fifteen seconds.

Fifteen seconds later, Guan Jinyue will realize something is wrong. Within her range of perception, she can only give Chen Guan a maximum of five more seconds to react.

Twenty seconds was his allotted time.

Just as Chen Guan made this judgment, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye that shouldn't be there.

A small black man was standing silently less than a meter to his right.

Chen Guan paused for a moment.

He didn't sense the thing approaching, not because it was too fast, but because it didn't have any aura fluctuations at all, like a stone suddenly growing legs.

The little black man tilted his head and waved at him.

Chen Guan stared at it for two seconds, his mind racing.

Baihu said he would arrange for someone to come.

Is this dark-skinned guy the person he was talking about?

The little black man waved again, this time with a bigger wave, as if urging him to hurry up.

Without hesitation, Chen Guan followed the little black man, walking along the wall into the depths of the alley.

Leopard followed behind, its purple pupils fixed on the little black man, its tail unconsciously tucked between its legs.

It could sense that this tiny creature, no bigger than a palm, possessed an aura that made it instinctively want to bow its head.

How many times has this happened?!

Who exactly are the people surrounding its owner?!

Life is tough, Leopard sighed.

"Let me introduce myself, I am Beidou, we've met before."

The little black figure, Beidou, began to speak human language. He glanced at Guan Jinyue, who was struggling with thin air, and said, "Leave. From today onwards, I will take over everything concerning He Chenguan. You don't need to worry."

After saying that, the originally dark little black man suddenly began to have facial features, clothes, aura, and even the broken hammer in his hand was exactly the same as the one in Chen Guan's hand.

Chen Guan looked down at the Big Dipper.

The little black figure is no longer a little black figure. Its facial features gradually become clear under the moonlight, and even the skin texture and the direction of the pores have been replicated.

Even their auras are the same.

Tier 3, almost Tier 4, Summoning type, bound to a Tier 3 mutated cheetah.

Wait, where did this identical leopard come from?!

If Chen Guan hadn't witnessed the transformation firsthand, he himself would have thought it was a mirror.

"You even copied the hammer," Chen Guan said.

"This hammer isn't very technically advanced, but your taste is somewhat surprising." Beidou's voice changed, becoming He Chenguan's voice.

Chen Guan didn't have time to discuss aesthetics with him; the illusion in the distance was only lasting for less than ten seconds.

Goodbye.

Chen Guan bowed slightly, tossed the box to Beidou, and ran away.

There's no time to ponder Beidou's capabilities now; getting out of this troublesome place as soon as possible is what Chen Guan needs to do.

On the other side, Beidou replaced Chen Guan and took his rightful place.

There's something a bit troublesome... Beidou senses the power within his body; his ability is a life-related superpower, the ability to perceive all living beings.

What appeared here was not his true form, but merely a clone that had been created. The clone was one of the most basic abilities of his special power.

The clone's abilities are not determined by its original body, but rather by what others perceive it to have. This is also why Chen Guan came in the first place.

Beidou stood at the edge of the wall, watching Chen Guan's figure disappear at the end of the alley.

The young man ran very fast, without any hesitation, and the leopard he had picked up followed nimbly, disappearing without a trace with a flick of its purple tail.

Indeed, his awareness of retreat was better than he had anticipated.

Beidou looked down at his hand. The weight of the hammer pressed down on his palm, and the rough, non-slip leather felt just like the real thing against his skin.