"Lu Cang! What have you done!"
Lu Cang gripped his War Spear and glanced coldly to the side. Standing there in mid-air was his father, hair already flecked with gray at the temples.
'My father couldn't possibly be here.'
'My father is in my Storage Bag.'
'This kind of charade is so boring.'
'Do they really think some fantasy about family can shake my will to fight?'
However...
Lu Cang scanned the person before him with his Perception.
He actually had a soul.
And his Date of Death was only about thirty years away, just like a normal human's.
'A person with a soul, and a Date of Death, too.'
Lu Cang assessed the situation, touching his own body.
'This must be a very High Level Illusion Technique...'
'My enemy is some kind of eyeball creature, though I don't know if it's a Demon.'
But from the moment he saw that this Demon-like thing was an eyeball, Lu Cang had guessed it might possess an ability like an Illusion Technique.
'As for the tools at my disposal...'
