The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Huo Zi Ge, Nan Feng, and the others went up to the island and headed straight for the location of the female soul cultivator.

With a super guide like the Illusionary Divine Stele in hand, everything in the illusion is crystal clear.

Including the locals who are now following behind the bandits, shouting "Gods, Gods!"—everyone's experiences from birth to death.

However, the contents read from the Illusionary Divine Stele will be forgotten in no time.

Even if it's recorded, it will mysteriously disappear after a short time.

Therefore, the divine tablet must be carried with you, like a dictionary, so you can look up whatever you want to know.

Therefore, even though one can know every detail of a dream world, the person carrying the divine tablet does not know everything at all times.

At the center of the island is a volcano, still emitting smoke.

The female soul cultivator who used the islanders for training was currently in a cave halfway up the volcano.

Huozi leaped into the air, about to charge into the cave.

Nanfeng shouted, "Watch out! This female soul cultivator named Dove is near the upper echelons of soul cultivation, and she's especially skilled in soul techniques that cause mental confusion!"

Soul arts are just like the skills of professionals, only with different names.

Huozi didn't care about anything else. He summoned his pet fire spirit, and the two of them charged straight in.

The islanders were overjoyed, jumping and dancing at the foot of the mountain, raising their spears and performing some kind of celebratory dance.

Nanfeng looked at them and shook his head.

"Oh no, Huozi won't listen to advice. These islanders are opening champagne halfway through the game. I have a bad feeling about this..."

After Huozi went inside, the cave was surprisingly quiet.

The ominous feeling of the south wind was even stronger.

A moment later, Brother Huozi flew out.

He walked down the mountainside with a blank look in his eyes.

The fire sprite perched on his head, looking equally dazed.

"What's going on?"

The bandits were completely baffled.

Nine of Bamboo rolled up his sleeves.

"I'll go inside the cave and see if that chocolate is dead!"

Nanfeng stopped him.

"Wait! Something's not right. Let's call Brother Huo back first."

The crowd chased after him, but no matter how they called out to him or even pulled him, Brother Huozi walked steadily down the mountain.

The islanders at the foot of the mountain were overjoyed to see Brother Huozi approaching.

"A god! A god!"

"The gods vanquished the witch for us!"

"Let us offer our most beautiful maiden to the gods!"

Huozi came into the crowd, and the islanders surrounded him and started dancing a celebratory dance.

But then, Huozi hugged his arms and began to tremble, muttering to himself.

"It's so cold, let's start a fire..."

next second.

A burst of fire-themed skills.

The islanders surrounding Brother Huozi were instantly ignited, turning into running pillars of fire.

The bandits were dumbfounded.

"Damn! Brother Huo really is Brother Huo now!"

"No, didn't that old thief say that this illusion was meant to be a place to obtain Soul-Devouring Pearls, Soul-Refining Water, and other items to deal with soul entities? He told us not to interfere too much with history. Is it appropriate for Brother Huo to do this?"

"Can't you tell? Brother Huo can't tell them apart anymore!"

South Wind reacted the fastest, raising his magic wand high, his arms outstretched, and chanting a spell.

"A shower of sweet dew!!"

Rain fell from the sky, extinguishing the flames on the islanders' bodies.

Even so, they suffered heavy casualties.

There's no need to be sad about it.

This is an illusion. After it evolves to destruction, it will start evolving again from scratch. In other words, these islanders will reappear, round after round.

A questioning voice came from above.

"Who are you people, and where did you learn your magic?"

Nanfeng and the others looked up.

A barbell-like figure floated in the air, wearing a deep purple silk robe and with long hair, resembling a woman.

The reason they said they looked alike was that the bandits saw these barbell men just like they saw Black people; they couldn't tell who was who, and they all looked the same.

Because they are from other races, it is not easy to distinguish between men and women at a glance.

Nanfeng glanced at Huozi, who was squatting there, handcuffing his pet fire sprite on the fire.

Forget it, this guy is useless. He not only fell for the enemy's trick, but he was also badly hurt.

"Finally, it's my turn, Nanfeng, to shine!"

There's a reason why the Song hexagram arranged for the south wind to enter this illusion.

The new talent added after Nanfeng's second job advancement is called "Magic Origin".

The four main attributes of the Calamity Mage class can be reduced at any time and increased to the Spirit attribute.

For example, if you have 10 points in Strength, 10 points in Agility, 10 points in Constitution, and 10 points in Spirit, when you release a skill, you can add 10 points from Strength, Constitution, and Agility to Spirit, so that your Spirit attribute becomes 40.

Although other attributes become 0, which has significant side effects, the increase in spirit will greatly enhance skill damage.

Moreover, as long as the operation is fast, adjustments can be made only during the skill release and restored after the release, minimizing the impact of side effects.

The Spirit attribute is also related to many other attributes such as magic defense, control resistance, and mental attack resistance.

Nanfeng is a top-tier mage who has made it onto the mage rankings, and his equipment is one of the key items to be developed among the bandits, so his attributes are all quite high.

With his current strength, Song Gua estimated that he should be able to resist the mental attacks of soul cultivators, especially with the addition of some skills.

"Dove, we need to talk to you about something!"

Soul Cultivator Dove scoffed at it.

"Hmph, you ugly aliens, what's there for me to talk to? You trespassed into my secluded training ground and killed so many of my training subjects. You won't leave this island today!"

Nine of Bamboo, Nine of Sticks, and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.

"No, this isn't right."

"Weren't we here to impersonate gods and uphold justice for the islanders? How come we've become the villains, and the villains have become the heroes avenging them?"

"It's all Huozi's fault."

"I'm never going on a mission with Brother Huo again."

"Brothers, remember to avoid these pitfalls!"

The Dove, floating in the air, took out a yellow talisman from its mouth, bit it with a finger, and wrote and drew on it.

At the same time, he was chanting some strange sounds.

"冫冖訁匚刂亻阝卩氵忄宀辶廴扌艹……"

The bandits couldn't understand a single word.

However, they weren't just standing there dumbfounded, watching the other side prepare their soul techniques.

All ranged skills were thrown out, but strangely, they all missed.

"What's going on? Did I masturbate too much?"

"It's obvious that they were prepared when they dared to show themselves in front of us 'magic' people."

"She might have secretly unleashed some kind of aura skill, making our non-targeting attacks unable to hit her."

"Then I'll use a lock-on technique!"

It hit.

However, locked skills generally do not deal much damage.

This Dove chocolate held up.

"go!"

Dove threw the yellow talisman in her hand away.

Nanfeng raised his hand and unleashed an Arcane Bomb, hitting the target directly—his high mental attribute meant his accuracy was unaffected.

"Bang!"

The yellow talisman exploded, but Dove revealed a triumphant smile.

"You suddenly appearing alien race know nothing about our soul magic!"

The exploded yellow talisman transformed into more than a dozen glowing meteors, flying towards the bandits at extremely high speed.

Suddenly, Huozi, who was warming himself by the fire, threw a punch at Dove in mid-air.

"You know absolutely nothing about us bandits!"