At midnight, Chaoyang Group was submerged in silence. At this moment, a vaguely visible figure appeared within the confines of the company.

"The archival room? It should be here!" the figure murmured to himself, then headed in the direction of the archival room.

With a beep, the door to the archival room opened, and the figure set down the President's card and walked in.

"One, two, three... here it is!" He was manipulating the third file cabinet when suddenly the lights in the archival room flared brightly. The sound of clicking followed as all the doors and windows of the room sealed shut.

The figure trembled, a look of surprise showing on his face, "I didn't expect to have been calculated!"

"Yes, you were calculated!" Ling Feng's voice came from behind the man, "If I hadn't offered you a sweet deal, how would this hidden bug behind the scenes have shown up?"

"Who are you? Why did you use spiritual power to control Yun Hanrui!" Ling Feng's voice was thick with a murderous intent!

This man was the Illusionist; he turned to look at Ling Feng, "So you must be the one who set up a Mental Barrier in Yun Hanrui's mind? I didn't expect someone so young to have such high skills. I truly underestimated you previously!"

"What is your relationship with Milxi!" Ling Feng stood up, glaring coldly at the Illusionist, "With the strength of your spiritual power, are you an Illusionist or a Devil?"

The Illusionist and the Devil are spiritual power masters from the Underworld, reputed to be extremely powerful. It is said they were also lovers, though who was male or female was less clear!

"Impressive that you guessed my identity, not simple indeed. It seems you're also a significant figure in the Underworld!" The middle-aged man smiled lightly, "I am the Illusionist, and you? Surely you're not Nameless, right?"

Ling Feng's lips curled into a cold smirk, "Want to know my name? I'll tell you when I send you to meet God. Die!"

As he spoke, Ling Feng threw a punch. The air in the archival room seemed to freeze, pressing in towards the Illusionist!

"Air Force Field!" the Illusionist exclaimed, a powerful wave of spiritual energy bursting from his mind, sweeping around Ling Feng in an instant.

The Illusionist smiled slightly, "You are indeed strong, having stepped into the S Realm. But didn't you know, it's unwise to confront a spiritual master of S-level directly?"

Ling Feng only felt a flash before his eyes, and suddenly he was on a vast ocean, standing on a tiny boat that seemed about to capsize amidst the towering waves.

"Mental Illusion Technique?" Ling Feng frowned. He had never before fought a Spiritual Master using spiritual power because almost no spiritualists could hypnotize him or trap him in illusions!

Because of the Evil Qi in Ling Feng, he could destroy any illusion!

But this time was different. The Illusionist was considered one of the world's most powerful in terms of spiritual power. If he chose, he could even draw an entire army into a world of his creation!

It was said that in the Middle East battlefield, the Illusionist once covered an army of over a hundred thousand with his spiritual power. After the Mental Storm, those soldiers all turned into imbeciles. After this, the Illusionist became famous in one battle and became the strongest in spiritual power within the Underworld!

Boom! Ling Feng watched as the sky in the distance darkened, clouds condensed, lightning flashed, and thunder roared, followed closely by a fierce storm!

The once raging sea was now even more furious, resembling the roar of an ancient beast.

Wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, each attack placed immense psychological pressure on Ling Feng!

Because this was no longer a mere illusion. If Ling Feng could not endure over this ocean, he would end up like those hundreds of thousands of soldiers, his mental world swept away by the Illusionist, reducing Ling Feng to a fool!

"Interesting!" Ling Feng, sensing the intense killing intent around him, unconsciously licked his lips. He hadn't felt this thrill of life and death since half a year ago!

Although he had grown weary of battle and slaughter, those bloodthirsty genes were deeply embedded in his bones!

"It's just a mere Mental Ocean Storm," Ling Feng looked at the turbulent sea and smiled faintly, "In these fifteen years, no one could imagine what I've been through. If there truly is a Hell in this world, then I am the Devil who crawled out from it. A mere mental storm, hahaha..."

The Illusionist outside, seeing Ling Feng still and unmoved, had a solemn look on his face.

Although he had successfully pulled Ling Feng into his Mental Ocean Storm, he could still feel Ling Feng's resilience!

"I didn't expect someone of such a young age to have such formidable spiritual power!" A look of shock appeared on the Illusionist's face.

With a click, the Illusionist pulled out a pistol from his chest, the dark muzzle aimed at Ling Feng's head.

"Although you are quite stunning, I'm sorry, but you'll have to die here!" the Illusionist whispered, and then pulled the trigger, a loud bang sounded as the Exploding Bullet spun towards Ling Feng's head.

The Illusionist was certain that Ling Feng was doomed. No one could withstand his Mental Storm, not even a devil!

But just then, the Exploding Bullet rushing towards Ling Feng began to slow down, slower and slower, as if it were an effect from a movie, ultimately stopping in mid-air ten centimeters away from Ling Feng!

"This... this is impossible!" The Illusionist was astonished. He pulled the trigger again, bang, bang, bang!

Three consecutive shots, and all three bullets stopped in mid-air as if they were frozen by an invisible force.

"What I hate most is someone pointing a gun at me!" Just then, the previously motionless Ling Feng finally spoke, and then he opened his eyes.

Seeing Ling Feng's eyes, the Illusionist's heart chilled, for he seemed to see the eyes of a devil, filled with violence and murderous intent, despair, and death, which are impossible for a human to possess!

"I should thank you, Illusionist," Ling Feng glanced at the four bullets, which dissipated like powder from mid-air.

"I had almost forgotten that taste, but you've reignited it!" Ling Feng licked his lips and said, "Do you know how troubling that is for me?"

The Illusionist couldn't help but step back, "Who... who exactly are you? How can your spiritual power be so wild! Are you even human?"

Ling Feng chuckled, "I just sampled your Mental Storm, now welcome to my Bloody Purgatory! Trust me, this is going to be a delightful journey!"

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