Feilian was completely engrossed in observing the gigantic native illusion, monitoring its every move while frantically recalling every little detail from the historical slices he had experienced.

He wanted to find as many scenes of this native illusion as possible before making a decision!

Of course, during this process, losses were inevitable.

Because the Sorter on the other end was in an aggressively confrontational stance, as soon as Feilian sent out his enlarged demonic soldiers, the Sorter would continue to enlarge the native illusion, always maintaining a relative advantage in strength.

It was an all-out fighting posture!

And yet, Feilian dared not recklessly deploy all his power because he didn't know what cunning plan the Sorter had in mind.

What if there was a trap waiting for him?

The more critical the moment, the more cautious he needed to be. Feilian knew very well that any rash action could easily lead to a forced error which the cunning Sorter would seize upon. And once a mistake was made, the consequences were often irreparable.

While Meng Yuan nervously led the players, cutting through thorns on their way advancing into the heart of Anshi City, Feilian was also rapidly recalling all the scenes where Meng Yuan had appeared.

"In the historical slices of the Sheng Dynasty, he once played Su Xianjun, and he even played an emperor...

"In the historical slices of the Qi Dynasty...

"Wait, this native is skilled in performance! In deception!

"If I hadn't experienced the previous historical slice battles and remembered the characteristics of all the native illusions carried by the Sorters, I might have really been deceived!"

Feilian suddenly had an epiphany, that was close! He almost fell for it!

This Sorter was indeed extremely cunning, so he had dug a pit and was waiting for me to jump into it!

Clearly, this was a series of traps.

Previously, the Sorter had released two native illusions that looked very much like Sorters—one brave and good in battle, the other strategically brilliant, and they had swindled Feilian terribly.

And this time, he was being deceived again!

Only this time, the deception was even more clever. Clearly, the Sorter also knew that the original method could only be used once, as demons would not fall for the same trick twice, so he changed the trick this time.

The native illusion he found not only had average abilities, a clear difference from the first two candidates, but most importantly, he was very good at acting!

Therefore, all the hesitation and fear previously demonstrated were all an act!

Thinking about it, the Sorter had always been cautious, always hiding in places no one could guess, and since he hadn't reached a desperate situation yet, why would he rashly come out? It simply didn't make sense!

Thus, everything came together.

Feilian couldn't help but sneer; fortunately, he was wise and cunning and knew enough about the Sorter's personality. If it had been one of the other three brainless demons, they might have already been duped!

As for what severe consequences there would be for being duped?

Quite simply, if Feilian wanted to concentrate his forces to eliminate this native illusion, he would definitely expose his tracks. At that time, the Sorter lurking in the darkness could locate him first and deal a heavy blow to him.

Feilian made up his mind; he absolutely must not make a move rashly!

Stay calm, wait patiently! He must not make the same mistake as Xingtian...

However, at that moment, Meng Yuan inflated himself again!

He wielded the Longsword in his hand, pointing it from afar towards the highest point of Anshi City, "Clad in golden armor after a hundred battles, I shall not return until the Loulan is conquered!"

With his chanting, a blazing torrent of righteous energy burst from the sword, sweeping away all the demonic soldiers in its path like a deluge!

Not only that, but the players had quickly dispersed, their armors all gleaming with golden light, apparently strengthened.

They were encircling from all sides, seemingly intending to surround the entire inner city of Anshi City, completely cutting off all escape routes!

Upon seeing this scene, Feilian had only one thought.

Insane, insane!

They are coming to fight for their lives with me!

And at this time, to still be performing, the Sorter is too cunning!

Feilian realized that the movements of this native illusion were almost identical to those of Beichen, who had appeared many times before.

Beichen was the true image of the Sorter, but he had always been well-concealed, appearing only when the outcome was decided, to reap the battlefield.

Each appearance of Beichen involved reciting poetry, harnessing a great deal of righteous energy to the maximum, and dealing devastating strikes to demons.

Now, this native illusion was wielding the sword with all the postures and movements of Beichen, as if crazily signaling, come and fight me, I am Beichen!

Moreover, Feilian knew that only the genuine Sorter could invoke such an immense amount of righteous energy with verses of poetry.

But the more this happened, the less he believed it.

Maybe the Sorter was hidden in the darkness, coordinating with this native illusion's performance?

The acting skills of this native illusion were so outstanding, who knows when he started acting!

Not just that, Feilian also realized something more serious.

This Sorter... seemed to be risking his life against me!

This Resurrector was concentrating a vast amount of righteous Qi on the native phantom's body and had dispatched numerous native phantoms to encircle and besiege, showing an intent to exterminate every demon and specter within Anshi City.

And this kind of treatment was not encountered on any other battlefield.

"It's a blatant scheme, a blatant scheme!"

"This Resurrector... He doesn't want to conquer this historical slice. He's after... my life!"

Realizing this, the Feilian demon's Demonic Qi rapidly collapsed, and panic ensued!

The situation had already become quite clear.

First, that native phantom couldn't possibly be the real Resurrector, but merely bait.

Moreover, to make the bait seem sufficiently real and tempting, the Resurrector indeed had concentrated much of his power there.

If at that moment the Feilian demon really did go all out in a life-and-death struggle, then the inevitable outcome would be the Feilian's forces in this world being completely annihilated, and the Resurrector's power greatly damaged.

Afterward, it would be almost impossible for the Resurrector to defeat Kua Fu and Gonggong and he would probably have no choice but to withdraw.

At first glance, it might not seem like a good deal. After all, failing to take down the Liang Dynasty's historical slice and losing so much power just to eliminate a Feilian demon seems like a loss.

But from the Feilian's perspective, it was an entirely different matter.

What is it?

It's the intelligence representative of the demons!

Just look at the other three major demons, with IQs that are each more touching than the last. Without the Feilian, Xingtian would have been crippled in the very first historical slice during the Qi Dynasty, without any possibility of ensuing struggles.

Thus, the Feilian felt that the Resurrector was so clever; he had certainly seen through this point long ago.

If the Feilian were defending the relatively safe Anshi City, and if the Resurrector advanced methodically, the best outcome would be a heavy blow to the other two major demons and a narrow seizure of this historical slice, followed by the Feilian's escape.

But then, the Feilian could quickly regroup with the other major demons for a comeback, and whether the Resurrector could withstand that was questionable.

Therefore, the Resurrector probably saw this point clearly too and would rather risk not being able to conquer this historical slice, just to get rid of the Feilian!

Once the majority of the Feilian's forces were eliminated, then the Feilian would have no say afterward. And a temporary setback for the Resurrector in capturing this historical slice would only embolden Gonggong and Kua Fu even more, paying even less attention to the Feilian...

And then the Resurrector could set a larger ambush, capturing these two fools in one fell swoop...

Sinister! Too sinister!

The Feilian felt as if it had been doused head to toe with cold water. This worst-case scenario was too terrifying, and the likelihood of it happening was all too great!

The Resurrector was highly likely to do such a thing.

Thinking in this way, it's no wonder the opponent displayed such aggressive posture. Obviously, he intended to concentrate all his forces and take down the Feilian!

What to do?

Many solutions flashed through the Feilian's mind in an instant.

Call for help from Gonggong and Kua Fu? That wouldn't seem to be a particularly reliable decision.

Firstly, Gonggong and Kua Fu had their own affairs to deal with; the former was stubbornly trying to take down the Resurrector's fortress, while the latter was facing Emperor Taizong of Liang and General Han Fuyue, not likely able to divert forces.

Secondly, Gonggong and Kua Fu might not even want to help; on one hand, they did not appreciate the Feilian's tactics, considering it too cowardly and weak, and on the other hand, they would not believe the Resurrector had concentrated his main forces to attack the Feilian, thinking the Feilian might be making a mountain out of a molehill.

Lastly, the consequences of failure were too severe! Even if Gonggong and Kua Fu diverted some of their forces, the Resurrector would undoubtedly find ways to obstruct, and once the Resurrector completed his encirclement of Anshi City, there would be no escape for the Feilian...

Concentrate all forces and break out to meet up with Gonggong and Kua Fu?

Such a risky act was clearly not in line with the Feilian's character. It wasn't reckless like Xingtian.

While the Feilian was entangled in indecision, the Resurrector's armies had already breached Anshi City like a flood, starting to encircle from all angles!

It seemed they were prepared to pay any price to eradicate the Feilian entirely.

In the midst of countless armies, Meng Yuan stood among the crowd, his Longsword slanted towards the sky.

"Feilian!

"The real Resurrector is here! Do you dare to come and fight me to the death?"

Boom!

Along with the roar of the cannons, the walls of Anshi City began to collapse, and players surrounded from all sides, bathing in righteous Qi, their bodies gleaming with Jin light.

At this moment, although the Feilian still enveloped much Demonic Qi, if it had been Xingtian, perhaps it would have already charged down from the sky.

However, the dark cloud in the sky fled before the players could form the encirclement!

Meng Yuan held the Longsword silently watching the dark cloud.

Although he was still trying to maintain his expression and uphold the persona of a skilled actor, his inner composure was already starting to give way.

Did it really freaking run away?

Actually, Meng Yuan was also quite nervous; if the Feilian had really charged down, he probably would have had no choice but to turn tail and run, and then the bluff of an empty fort could not be continued.

It might even lead to being chased down by the Feilian and caught between Gonggong and Kua Fu, causing an uncontrollable chain of events...

And yet, it had actually fled?

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