Wang Yan saw, her mouth is so tight..." Seeing Li Xiangting staring at him with a complex expression, he continued: "She must have seen something. Even if she didn't see anything, we didn't open the...But just as he was about to make his move, the ten Indonesian women seemed to have a tacit understanding. One by one, they removed their clothing in front of the fat man.

And each one kept circling the fat man, though they knew they were transgender. I wasn't doing this to tempt myself, but the fat man's eyes were glued to their movements and he couldn't move an inch.

The fat man was startled. These ten monsters had simultaneously cast a heart-stealing spell on him.

Although their skills were not as impressive as Sannar's, Fatty still found himself struggling. His mind was clouded with lust, especially since his favorite thing in the world was right before him. He knew it was fake, but who could a normal man resist such temptation

The fat man simply closed his eyes. His mind was racing, and he would have rather had these people charge at him with knives than subject him to this kind of mental assault, which was precisely his weakness.

After playing a few rounds with Senna, Ye Fan often took the initiative. Ye Fan's mental fortitude was naturally stronger than Senna's. If it weren't for his unfamiliarity with this kind of sorcery, Senna would have been defeated by him long ago.

Sana felt that his connection with Ye Fan was growing weaker, and he couldn't help but feel anxious. This situation was simply unbelievable to him. He had clearly put a spell on the other party, and the other party had completely fallen under his influence. How could there be such a strange reaction

And the other party even showed signs of backlash. Could it be that he still wanted to control himself through the very Gu he had planted

"Absolutely impossible!" Sanna cried in his heart, then increased his power. Sadly, no matter how hard he tried, it was useless. That elusive feeling remained just out of reach. He couldn't find a point to exert force on. He felt frustrated, and a wave of anxiety surged through him.

Just as he was about to make his final wager, his body suddenly shuddered. He straightened up, and his heart sank like a stone. He realized with horror that he couldn't move a muscle.

A cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead. This usually only happened in two cases: either he had been drugged, rendering him unable to move, or he had drugged someone else, only to have it forcibly broken by them, with the backlash affecting him instead.

Sanna could never have imagined that Ye Fan's mind would be so tenacious, that even after being planted with his soul-sealing technique, he could still resolve it. Before he could even finish the thought, his consciousness suddenly scattered, and then he felt darkness engulf him, unable to see anything.

Only then did Ye Fan slowly open his eyes. He glanced at Senna, who was sitting in front of him, staring blankly at him. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Senna had brought this upon himself; no one could blame him. Let him sink deeper into his own illusionary art.

Just now, Ye Fan broke through Sannas's mesmerism with force. He managed to escape, while Sannas, his mind corrupted and lost for years, was left adrift. Unless Ye Fan called out to him, he would likely remain trapped in this state until his body reached its limit and could no longer function.

Ye Fan was just thinking when suddenly a roar came to his ear, shaking his eardrums in pain.

That kind of powerful, penetrating sound can go straight through the eardrum and into the deepest part of one's soul.

This is the roar of a lion.

Ye Fan's heart jolted, he quickly plugged his ears and retreated continuously, dodging this round of sonic bombardment.

Ye Fan looked up and saw the fat man with his eyes closed, roaring like a wild beast. The sound that came out of his mouth was like thunder to human ears. Ye Fan felt this way even from such a distance, so those few monsters close to the fat man must have been even worse off.

As expected, after the fat man let out that roar, those women fell all over the place, and until he finished yelling, none of them were able to stand up.

It was obvious that they were all taken aback by the sudden outburst from the fat man.

It's no wonder Fatty resorted to such a ruthless tactic. These women were simply too arrogant, taking advantage of their perfect bodies and Fatty's psychological weaknesses. They even dared to remove their upper bodies in front of Fatty. They targeted Fatty's weakness precisely to drive him to mental collapse. Moreover, they launched a heart-attack against Fatty, leaving him on the verge of losing himself.

The fat man was truly driven to his last resort, only then did he use the Lion's Roar technique, a move that caused indiscriminate damage. Although it was possible to injure Ye Fan, right now he simply couldn't care less. With Ye Fan's skill, while some harm might be inflicted, it shouldn't be a big problem.

The Lion's Roar is a sonic attack that can effectively dispel mind control spells. With a furious bellow, the fat man instantly sent those yokai crashing to the ground.

And after the fat man finished shouting, not a single one of the fairies in the audience could stand up again.

"Little Fatty, let's go. You did well this time." Ye Fan walked toward the Fatty and directly went to the third door, not even glancing at the people on the ground.

The fat man nodded, he knew that in this area, his skill was far behind Ye Fan's. If it wasn't for Ye Fan who intimidated the demon, he might not have been able to escape today.

The fat man glanced deeply at Sana, who was still sitting in his place, and then turned to follow Ye Fan.

And until they walked quite far away, Senna remained in that position, and from his nostrils flowed two long streaks of blood.

Yan Wu Que, what other tricks do you have Just use them all.

Along the way, Ye Fan secretly thought to himself, he didn't mind at all. Today, right here, he would have a final showdown with Yan Wuque.

But when he entered the third station, he was once again stunned.

Because behind the third door, it was just like the first door—absolutely nothing could be seen.

He was inwardly furious. Was Yan Wuque just playing games with him, being light and dark all the time Even if he wanted to deal with him, couldn't he do it openly and honestly

But just as Ye Fan wanted to move forward, he suddenly felt a sound of breaking air in front of him. He was startled and realized that someone had been waiting for him here all along.

He ducked quickly, avoiding the sneak attack. But the shadow didn't let up there, turning back and throwing another punch straight at Ye Fan's face.

Ye Fan's expression turned serious. This person moved extremely fast, and his punches were powerful. Plus, he seemed to be prepared. If Ye Fan just dodged, and the other party launched a surprise attack, he would definitely be put on the defensive.

So Ye Fan didn't retreat but advanced, the elasticity in his arms suddenly surged forth. A force like a landslide poured out from his arm, he clenched his fist, and with a powerful punch called "Poyun Fist," it collided head-on with the incoming fist. knife around, his face now sporting a stiff smile...A flash of cold light, followed by a gush of blood, he actually removed the circle of black flesh around the wound with his own hands without chang...