A dark shadow appeared before his eyes, its face indistinguishable, just an abyssal darkness that seemed to devour everything, sending chills down one's spine and making the skin crawl.
When Qin An saw the shadow appear, his heart tightened, and a sense of foreboding welled up inside him.
This feeling was akin to being stared at by the Grim Reaper, suffocating him to the point of breathlessness.
"Swish!"
Qin An swiftly drew Cold Star from its sheath and watched the shadow warily, ready for battle at any moment.
This was the Nightmare, the entity the Patriarch Zhou feared most.
Qin An knew the Patriarch Zhou had already suppressed the Nightmare's power, yet even with its power contained, the Nightmare remained overwhelmingly strong, and its oppressive presence felt undiminished.
"What is the Nightmare's attack strategy?"
A thought emerged in Qin An's mind.
