For a moment, Lin Xuan was under an unimaginable attack.
The power of will was too strong, though it was only a sliver, it was still incredibly formidable, leaving Lin Xuan unable to withstand it.
The next moment, his Great Dragon Sword Soul surged within him, turning into a dragon-shaped Sword Shadow and swiftly stabbing into the illusion, contending against that willpower.
Crack, crack, crack!
Space shattered, the illusion vanished, Lin Xuan's body relaxed, and he gasped for breath.
At this time, an authoritative voice came through, "Eh? Such formidable attack power!"
"This power, it's very similar to that thing, could it really have appeared again?"
This voice echoed in Lin Xuan's mind as if asking, yet also as if talking to itself.
"Forget it, thinking about these things is useless," the voice sighed, then continued, "Kid, you're not bad, you're qualified to comprehend the stone statue I left behind."
After finishing speaking, the voice gradually faded away.
