Zhou Xiaoxiao saw countless dark red hands pouncing toward them.
Originally, within the dark red sphere, these similarly dark red hands were indistinguishable, but Metheus had completed the "Dream Weaving" of the entire Upper District.
These hands tried to absorb Wen Xishu's life characteristics, but Wen Xishu was like Zhao Yun at the Battle of Changban, slashing through obstacles with a fragile youth.
He had to protect Zhou Xiaoxiao while constantly breaking through.
Sometimes Zhou Xiaoxiao couldn't help but glance back; the Lower City District hadn't been woven into the dream, and visually, it was solidly bathed in dark red hues.
It was like Hell.
"Be careful..."
Wen Xishu saw densely packed dark red arms start to twist and elongate, like the tentacles of a monster. This time, the number of hands absorbing life characteristics was astonishing.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Xiaoxiao's trypophobia almost acted up.
