"Die!"
At that moment, a sudden roar echoed. An Abernathy family member, for reasons unknown, gripped his sword tightly and stabbed his companion in front of him. A flash of cold light appeared, and before the other person could react, he was pierced through the heart.
"Ah!"
The victim's eyes widened in disbelief, unable to accept that he had been killed by his own comrade. The crazed Abernathy family member, sword in hand, started attacking everyone around him.
"Stop!"
Just as the deranged Abernathy family member was about to strike another person, Peterson Abernathy roared and threw a powerful punch.
Bang!
With a loud noise, the crazed Abernathy family member's head was shattered like a watermelon, blood splattering everywhere in a gruesome scene. After killing the madman, Peterson Abernathy gritted his teeth and said, "What on earth is going on? Why did he suddenly go mad?"
Every Abernathy family member had undergone rigorous training; such mutual slaughter was almost impossible. The fact that this happened, and that it resulted in the deaths of Abernathy family members, made Peterson Abernathy's face darken with anger. He had brought over ten thousand Abernathy family members to Jefferson Village, but along the way, at least several thousand had died. Each one of those who perished was an elite of the Abernathy family, cultivated with immense resources.
Seeing them die like this pained Peterson Abernathy deeply. Chris Shelby took a deep breath and said, "If I'm not mistaken, that person must have fallen into some sort of illusion, causing him to go mad and kill indiscriminately. From now on, everyone must be on high alert; this illusion is terrifying!"
Hearing Chris Shelby's words sent chills down everyone's spine. They all knew what awaited them: endless illusions. These illusions targeted individuals specifically, meaning each person could fall into an illusion at any moment. What kind of illusion it would be was known only to the individual experiencing it. But one thing was certain: these illusions were rooted in their deepest fears and hidden thoughts-essentially their inner demons.
Chris Shelby took two steps forward when suddenly a familiar figure approached. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Esther. Dressed in a white gown resembling a celestial being descending from heaven, she looked at Chris Shelby with a sweet smile. Despite being married for years, Chris Shelby couldn't help but feel his heart race.
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