Extending to the furthest reaches of the Dushan Witch's vision, although she couldn't clearly see the form of the master of these Mist Chains, she could distinctly sense that it was an unimaginably terrifying presence, exuding coldness, ruthlessness, and an aura of fear, before which the Nightmare Dream Realm was merely a newborn infant.
Seemingly aware of the Dushan Witch's gaze, those initially loose Mist Tentacles suddenly tightened, and then retracted.
The Dushan Witch clearly felt a terrifying force, dragging the Nightmare Dream Realm flying into the depths of the mist.
The speed was so fast that even the usually motionless Ether Mist fluttered by like wind beside the Dushan Witch.
This is the typical joy turning to sorrow.
A second ago, the Dushan Witch believed that the world was vast, and she could roam freely.
In the blink of an eye, she became a captive of some unknown entity, completely beyond her control.
