Three enemies surrounded Fane, their gazes burning with resentment yet were happy enough at the thought of mincing Fane into pieces. Fane did have bad blood with all three men, and he knew they were capable of cutting every piece of meat off of him with their daggers.
Fane was in a muddled state at this moment. He knew that he was in extreme danger, that the enemies were about to torture him until he died. He wanted to break free, but his body felt like it had been infused with cement, and he just could not move.
A cold wind swept through his sideburns, and his heart skipped a beat. He immediately turned around and saw that the masked man had a dagger in his hand as he approached Fane. The remaining two people were also on the move. All three of them had a sharp weapon in their hands respectively, and he knew what they were about to do.
Sure enough, what he feared the most was happening.
Suddenly, a thought flashed past Fane’s head. At the same time, Fane seemed to have a sudden realization, and his expression turned stiff.
No... Why would the thing that he feared the most happen to him? It was just seconds ago that he assumed the three men would cut him clean from his bones, and they suddenly advanced toward him with
such intention. Each of them had a sharp weapon in their hands, too.
Such a coincidence meant that this was not a coincidental matter. Moreover, why was he here? He seemed to have landed on this great prairie out of the blue. Was he so careless to have stepped into a trap?
No. This was a fantasy. This was not real!
Fane immediately bit on his tongue when he realized this, and the pain cleared his mind! The words 'Divine Void Illusion' flashed through his head.
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