Chapter 432 Tyler Died
Isabella looked at Leandro and asked in return, "What do you think?"
Leandro froze.
He stared at Isabella intently, disbelief in his eyes. "How could someone as young as you possibly perform such advanced magic as Mirage Arts?"
Even though he had only mastered this technique at age 60, his success rate wasn't high. He could only create some low-level illusions. The kind of illusion Tyler was trapped in now—one where someone could die of hypothermia in mere minutes—was beyond anything he could create.
How could Isabella have such talent?
"Is it that hard?" Isabella looked at him with calm eyes. "I learned it when I was twelve."
Leandro was speechless
He was shocked.
"You're lying!"
Impossible!
Many people with hypnotist genes were just beginners at twelve, at most able to learn how to put people to sleep. Learning to perform Mirage Arts at twelve was simply absurd.
But Leandro had no time to think about this now.
His gaze quickly fell on Tyler's frozen body!
If this continued, Tyler's internal organs would become paralyzed from the low temperature, and he would die soon!
Leandro quickly turned his face and glared at Isabella viciously. "Remove your spell right now!"
Isabella sneered. "Who the hell are you? Why should I listen to you?"
Leandro's face darkened.
Isabella was way too arrogant!
"Don't be so ungrateful. If you don't remove your illusion right now, I'll have to take action!"
There were several ways to break an illusion created by a hypnotist: either the hypnotist voluntarily ends it, or the hypnotized person breaks free on their own, but for that, the hypnotized person would need to be an even stronger hypnotist. Clearly, Tyler couldn't get out of the Illusion on his own.
So for Leandro, there was only one option left—to hypnotize Isabella in another way, making her lose her ability to think.
As long as Isabella stopped releasing her psychic power, the illusion would be broken. After all, Mirage Arts was different from nightmares. Mirror required continuous casting, though its upper limit far exceeded Nightmare Mesmerism.
Isabella fearlessly met Leandro's gaze. "Go ahead and try."
Leandro's face darkened.
"You really think I can't handle a low-level hypnotist like you?"
A hypnotist's strength was often linked to their age. Someone Isabella's age would generally be considered a low-level hypnotist, and a beginner hypnotist naturally couldn't withstand a psychic power attack from a top-level hypnotist.
"Ms. Powell, I'm warning you."
"If you can't withstand my attack, I could turn you into an idiot."
With each sentence, he took a step toward Isabella.
His presence was overwhelming and aggressive.
"You're so young yet can perform Mirage Arts, which shows you have a good understanding, but you're still too young." Leandro's gloomy gaze fell on Isabella. "I suggest you to quit while you're ahead. If anything happens, I could take your life, and no one would know."
"I'm giving you one last chance. Will you back down or not?"
Isabella shook her head, her expression unchanged. "I won't back down. I want his life."
"Then don't regret it—"
Just as Leandro shouted this, suddenly, everything started spinning.
In an instant, Leandro found himself in a world of ice and snow.
Leandro looked down and saw Tyler lying on the ground.
But Tyler had now been frozen into a statue, his limbs completely stiff, half his body covered in snow.
"Tyler!" Leandro's face changed, and he quickly went to pull Tyler up.
However—
As soon as Leandro grabbed Tyler's hand, it broke off.
No blood flowed out.
Tyler's body was completely frozen, brittle as a twig, which was why it broke with just a pull.
Tyler was startled by this scene and immediately threw the severed arm away.
A chill rose from the soles of his feet.
Only now did Tyler realize that the temperature here was ridiculously low, probably around -22°F.
He looked around at the endless ice and snow and realized he had also fallen into Isabella's Mirage Arts.
Damn it, when did this happen?
With his abilities, how could he not have noticed at all?
Leandro was invaded by the cold, and his body began to shiver.
He narrowed his eyes, his face grim.
Although Isabella had put him in the same illusion as Tyler, Leandro wasn't afraid at all.
He was a top-level hypnotist—could he really not break a Mirage Arts cast by an eighteen-year-old girl?
Leandro held his breath, sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and began using his psychic power to explore everything around him. As long as he found a weakness in Isabella's psychic power, he could counterattack and break the Mirage Arts she had created.
Leandro was sure he could do it.
Meanwhile, outside the illusion.
Tyler's arm had snapped off seconds ago and fallen to the ground, still dusted with ice crystals.
The other elders of the Hope family were startled by this scene.
Grayson carefully inched his way to Tyler's side. He tested Tyler's breath with his hand and discovered that Tyler had long since stopped breathing.
"He's actually... dead."
Grayson withdrew his hand, unable to process what had happened.
Well, Tyler's entire body was frozen—how could he still be alive?
Standing in front of Tyler, Grayson could even feel that the air around Tyler was cold.
He couldn't help but hug his arms.
So cold.
A temperature that appeared out of nowhere, freezing someone to death in just a few minutes.
Was this the terror of hypnotists?
Grayson looked at Isabella with more awe and wariness in his eyes.
Isabella was terrifyingly powerful.
When Kennedy and the other elders heard that Tyler was dead, surprise flickered in their eyes, and they instinctively glanced at Isabella.
But Isabella's gaze was on Leandro.
Leandro could actually change his position within her illusion, shifting from standing to sitting cross-legged.
"What is Leandro doing..." Kennedy asked in confusion.
"He's trying to break the Mirage Arts I cast," Isabella said calmly.
Leandro's brow was furrowed, his eyes tightly closed—completely focused.
Hearing this, Kennedy's eyes darkened slightly. Leandro might attempt to escape Isabella's Mirage Arts , but sitting there like that left him exposed to anyone who wanted him dead. In such a life-or-death moment, he wouldn't stand a chance.