The Sword of Destruction arrives!
The Grim Reaper descends!
In an instant, the mysterious figure and Ye Chenfu brushed past each other.
"Pfft!"
Immediately, a spray of blood shot out.
"Thud!"
And Ye Chenfu's figure collapsed to the ground.
Ye Chenfeng felt an inexplicable grief in his heart, an unprecedented sense of powerlessness surged through him.
"No!"
A heart-wrenching cry escaped his throat.
"Boom!"
In the next moment, Ye Chenfeng awoke in reality.
"Huff... huff..."
Upon waking, Ye Chenfeng was gasping for breath, his body drenched in cold sweat.
Ye Chenfeng first checked around him; Chu Qingxue inside had not been woken by him.
This indicated that his earlier agitation had occurred within a dream.
"That dream just now... was too incredible..."
Even now, Ye Chenfeng, having woken up in shock, felt an indescribable fear lingering in his heart.
Was it a dream?
Ye Chenfeng asked himself in his heart.
It was a dream.
But it wasn't just a dream.
