Li Yan's awakening instantly broke the atmosphere of the Illusion Realm.
Everyone's eyes were viciously fixed on him, seemingly resenting him for piercing through the facade.
Boom!
In the next moment, changes erupted within the cabin.
The luxurious carved beams and painted rafters were suddenly wrinkled and torn apart, like being crushed by an invisible giant hand.
The smooth cabin walls swelled and cracked, and corpses covered in slippery mucus squeezed out from the gaps, convulsing wildly.
Underfoot, the thick red carpet transformed into a pitch-black mire, countless arms like withered wood with grayish skin suddenly reached out, reeking of the pungent stench of decay, desperately grabbing at his ankles.
The magnificent palace lanterns overhead had flames that twisted into countless silently wailing faces.
The sound of silk and bamboo turned abruptly into a screech loud enough to puncture eardrums, a non-human howl mixed with the sound of bones grinding.
