The corpse had vanished.
This made the three men in the cavern realize what had happened.
Li Chang'an's beheading had been nothing more than an illusion from start to finish.
And the real Li Chang'an now stood in the center of the cavern, silently watching them struggle in agony.
"Li Fan!"
Jin Mu's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at the reappeared Li Fan.
He was filled with murderous intent, wanting to rush forward and tear him apart.
But he was powerless to move. The Spiritual Power in his body seemed to have solidified, and he couldn't use even a shred of it.
Under the effects of the potent, mixed poison, he was now even weaker than a mortal.
Any random mortal with an ordinary hatchet could take his head!
"Li Fan, I can't believe you've been plotting against us all along!"
"Daoist Jin, why would you say that?"
Li Chang'an feigned a look of surprise.
