With the mirage demon’s disappearance, the last trace of that eerie energy finally faded from the valley. Only then did the survivors dare to slowly open their eyes, lowering their hands from their ears. As they took in the desolate and real scenery around them, the memory of what they had just endured felt almost like a dream from another lifetime. Several injured guards collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, their faces pale with lingering terror. Margaret approached Dustin, worry shining in her eyes. “Dustin, are you all right?” He shook his head, gazing in the direction where the mirage had fled. “I’m fine. Just a bit drained in spirit. She’s wounded—she won’t dare show herself again anytime soon.” Qingzhu clutched her chest, still shaken. “That was terrifying. That illusion was impossible to defend against! If Master Dustin hadn’t found her weakness at the end, we’d all be dead here.” Dustin nodded slightly. “Penglai Island is filled with hidden dangers. The more beauti...