Chapter 877 The Enemy’s Trick

Zhang Meng continued to swing his sword as he walked, apparently still immersed in the excitement of defeating the Dark Knight just now: "Brother Feng, I think we are now invincible, right? No matter how many guys from the Dark Cult come, we can still kill them with one sword!"

Qin Feng smiled slightly, but his eyes remained alert: "Don't be too confident, Mengzi. Although we defeated the Dark Knight, the enemies along the way will only become stronger. The real test is still to come."

Zhang Meng obviously didn't care about this. He patted his sword and said with a smile, "That's even better! I wish there were some stronger ones so I could stretch my muscles!"

As they walked and talked, the surrounding scene suddenly became strange. Dark clouds gradually gathered in the sky, and the air became more and more dull. There seemed to be an uneasy breath in the wind, which made Qin Feng feel a little strange.

"Mengzi, stop." Qin Feng suddenly stopped and looked alert.

"What's wrong? Is something coming out again?" Zhang Meng stopped immediately, gripped his sword tightly and looked around.

"Something is wrong." Qin Feng said in a low voice, looking around, "This feeling... is not like the previous enemy."

Just then, a strange laugh came from a distance, carrying a bit of eerie and weirdness, as if surrounding them from all directions.

"Hahahaha...you're finally here."

Zhang Meng frowned and turned to look in the direction of the voice: "Who's playing tricks there? Come out and fight if you dare!"

As the laughter gradually approached, a figure emerged from the dark clouds and slowly appeared in front of them. This time, the person who appeared in front of them was not the dark knight like before, but a tall and mysterious figure wearing a black robe. His face was hidden under the hood, and only a pair of cold eyes revealed a cold light.

"Welcome to the brink of death." The mysterious man said softly, his tone full of cold murderous intent.

Zhang Meng narrowed his eyes and gripped his sword tightly. "Are you guys from the Dark Sect again? You guys are still haunting us!"

Qin Feng frowned slightly, with an ominous feeling in his heart: "Be careful, Mengzi, the enemy this time is unusual."

The mysterious man laughed in a low voice and slowly raised his hand: "Do you think you really defeated the Dark Knight? That's just a game of mine. The more confident you are, the easier it is for you to fall into my trap."

"Game?" Zhang Meng got angry when he heard it. He raised his hand and pointed his sword at the mysterious man. "What do you mean? That knight was using a real sword and almost cut me in half!"

“Hahaha… You don’t understand what you are facing.” The mysterious man laughed even more arrogantly, “My game has just begun.”

Qin Feng's eyes narrowed, and he whispered to Zhang Meng, "Mengzi, he is stalling for time."

Zhang Meng was stunned for a moment: "Delay time? Then what are you waiting for? Just chop him up!"

As he spoke, Zhang Meng raised his sword and rushed forward, so fast that his figure was almost invisible. The long sword drew a cold light in the air and went straight to the mysterious man's chest. However, just as Zhang Meng was about to touch the mysterious man, the other party suddenly disappeared from the spot, and Zhang Meng's sword only pierced the air.

"What the hell?" Zhang Meng was shocked. He stopped immediately and looked around. "Where is he?"

"Illusion." Qin Feng said in a deep voice, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes, "He is using the environment to confuse us."

Sure enough, the mysterious man's laughter came from all around again, as if he was everywhere: "You are too naive to think that you can sweep away the darkness with just a magic weapon? Now, you have fallen into my illusion and can no longer escape."

Zhang Meng gritted his teeth and was furious: "Illusion? I don't believe that any broken illusion can trap me, Zhang Meng!"

Qin Feng calmly analyzed the situation in front of him: "Mengzi, calm down. He is using our emotions to make us lose ourselves in illusions. Remember, no matter what illusions he creates, don't be fooled."

Zhang Meng exhaled heavily and raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face: "Okay, Brother Feng, you have a point. But if this guy doesn't come out, how can we beat him?"

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, and a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind: "He doesn't dare to fight us head-on, which means he is afraid of the artifact in our hands. His power comes from illusions, but illusions are always false. As long as we stay awake, he can't really hurt us."

"Stay awake?" Zhang Meng looked puzzled. "How? His laughter is almost giving me a headache."

Qin Feng raised his lips slightly: "You just need to believe in yourself and ignore these illusions. The more powerful the illusion, the easier it is to break. Mengzi, as long as we find his entity, we can kill him with one blow."

Zhang Meng patted his chest and said, "I understand, Brother Feng, I absolutely don't believe his tricks!"

After saying that, Zhang Meng ignored the strange laughter around him and rushed directly towards a vague shadow in the illusion with his sword. As soon as the shadow of the mysterious man appeared, Zhang Meng swung his sword without hesitation.

"Hahaha...you can only chase my illusion forever like this." The mysterious man's laughter still echoed around.

Qin Feng quickly turned his eyes and observed the details around him. He suddenly noticed that every time the mysterious man's phantom appeared, the breath in a corner would become weaker, but the location of each appearance was different. Obviously, the mysterious man did not really disappear, but used the illusion to cover up his position.

"Mengzi, three o'clock on the right!" Qin Feng suddenly shouted.

Zhang Meng reacted immediately, turned around and swung his sword in the direction indicated by Qin Feng. This time, Zhang Meng's sword hit the target, and the illusory shadow suddenly became unstable, and then let out a painful roar, and the figure of the mysterious man appeared in the air, covering his shoulder and retreating in embarrassment.

"I caught you!" Zhang Meng said with a proud smile.

Qin Feng quickly followed and stabbed the mysterious man in the abdomen with a sword. Although the mysterious man barely avoided the fatal blow, his robe was still cut by the sword, and blood dripped onto the ground along the blade.

"You... can actually break my illusion?" There was a hint of shock in the mysterious man's voice.

Qin Feng sneered and said, "You are just bluffing. Although the Dark Sect has many tricks, as long as they see through your tricks, you will be vulnerable."

Zhang Meng laughed and said, "That's right! Those tricks of yours are nothing compared to my brother Feng!"

The mysterious man obviously didn't expect his illusion to be broken so quickly. His face turned gloomy, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes: "You... dare to look down on me like this! In this case, let me personally send you into eternal darkness!"

As soon as the words fell, the mysterious man waved his hands suddenly, and a powerful dark force gushed out from his hands and spread rapidly. The whole space seemed to be swallowed by darkness in an instant. Qin Feng and Zhang Meng immediately felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if the air around them had become thinner and breathing had become difficult.

"This guy is going to fight to the death!" Zhang Meng growled, raising his sword and preparing to fight hard.

Qin Feng made a quick judgment: "Mengzi, don't force it! We must stay calm now and use our faith to fight against his dark power!"

“Faith?” Zhang Meng was stunned for a moment, but then nodded with a firm smile on his face: “Okay, I believe you, Brother Feng!”

As the power of darkness approached, Qin Feng and Zhang Meng stood together, and the long swords in their hands emitted dazzling light. The blue sword light seemed to tear through the darkness and disperse the dark power around them.

"You cannot resist the erosion of darkness!" the mysterious man roared and waved his hands again, trying to increase the power of darkness.