Damn!
Cheng Caizhi had never felt that Dai Xiu's perfectly good face could have such a repugnant moment.
It came with the perspective of death, forehead behind, chin thrust forward, stubbornly showing even the coarse black hairs from the nostrils.
With a face-to-face killing, there was only a moment of horror.
As Cheng Caizhi's mind fluctuated, he felt the world spinning, realizing something was wrong. Sure enough, in an instant, the environment changed.
"This is..."
There was no doubt that he had entered a deeper world from the first realm of the Fantasy Sword Technique, akin to a dream within a dream.
A terrifying lucid dream!
Cheng Caizhi couldn't find the array eye, so he could only weakly open his eyes and took in the surroundings.
This time, he arrived in a heavy atmosphere of desolate mountain wilderness, sparse vegetation all around, and soil and stones turned yellow with signs of being struck by lightning and cut by sword.
"A battlefield..."
