“Qingzhu! It’s me! Calm down!” Margaret fought the urge to strike down her supposed enemy, gripping Qingzhu’s wrist tightly as she shouted. Her cultivation was stronger, her will firmer—she barely held onto a thread of clarity, yet the illusion before her still shook her heart to its core. Dustin frowned as he watched the team descend into chaos. This mirage demon’s illusion was truly troublesome—not only could it weave vast environmental illusions, but it could also plant personalized heart demons in each person’s mind, leaving them defenseless. If this went on, they wouldn’t even need the mirage demon to strike—they’d die by their own delusions. He unleashed another surge of divine sense, but this time it barely had any effect. The illusion clung to their spirits like bone-deep rot—simply relying on a spiritual shock wasn’t enough to cleanse it completely. “Close your eyes! Shut off your hearing! Guard your hearts—trust the people beside you!” Dustin’s voice was cold as ice, car...