The Wind Shadow Race Warlock King instantly felt space twist, and found himself bizarrely transported into a Dream World filled with cookies, candy, and rivers of milk.
"Not good, this is the Dream World!!"
The Wind Shadow Race Warlock King's expression changed. He looked down at his hands and saw that they had turned into two cookies.
The Dream World was strange beyond compare. Though its fundamental nature could not compare to the Thirty-Six Prime Material Planes or the Azure Plane, and it had never produced an expert on the level of a Warlock Emperor, its laws were twisted and chaotic, making it one of the most troublesome worlds imaginable.
Saint Spirit Warlocks were immune to all methods. No one could pull their souls out of their bodies and into the Dream World. But once a Warlock King-level expert was dragged into the Dream World, they would be in absolute danger, with no chance of survival.
"Thirty seconds. As long as I hold on for thirty seconds, I'll have a way to escape this world."
The Wind Shadow Race Warlock King was indeed a peerless expert tempered through countless battles. Even in such desperate straits, he did not give up. With two candy-like long legs, he turned and fled into the distance.
"It's useless. Your fate is destined to end here!"
The Nether Phantom Overlord suddenly appeared. One eye opened, and a beam of azure light shot directly toward the Wind Shadow Race Warlock King.
Gritting his teeth, the Wind Shadow Race Warlock King frantically burned his soul power and abruptly condensed it into a curtain of shadows before himself.
As soon as the azure light landed upon the shadow curtain, it began to tremble and evaporate without end.
The Wind Shadow Race Warlock King shouted, **"Yang Feng, I have