A chill ran through Shen Luo's heart as he gathered all his strength and charged at the black iron gate.
Several clanging sounds echoed as he crashed against it, but the black iron gate didn't budge at all.
Just as Shen Luo hesitated whether to attack the gate with his Small Thunder Talisman, Wu Pojia's voice quietly reached him:
"Kid, save your energy, it's useless. The creature in front of us is a Three-Eyed Demon Fox. Its innate ability is the path of illusion, and this is its lair which it has modified extensively using its abilities. Over the years, it has consumed countless humans, its cultivation level has greatly increased, and its illusion technique has reached the point of creating substance from emptiness. The only way to truly break the illusion is to help me slay this demon."
"Elder, what should I do?" Shen Luo, knowing the truth of Wu Pojia's words but having no alternative, agreed.