"Listen, listen to me. I'm not your enemy, but a friend from afar. I bear you no ill will. Like you, I want to save everyone, including the ratfolk, and make that incomparably beautiful tomorrow from your dreams truly become reality!"
Meng Chao sent a powerful mental ripple toward the Ancient Dream Saintess's enraged subconscious.
Her response was to open her blood-drenched maw and spew a storm woven from scarlet and ghastly white at him—forming the storm were countless skeletal rats, packed densely together and baring fangs and claws!
In an instant, tens of thousands of skeletal rats submerged Meng Chao.
Like piranhas, they frenziedly gnawed at his body.
Though no one could truly die in a dream.
Even flesh and blood devoured completely by the skeletal rats would regrow in the blink of an eye.
The sensation of marrow being sucked dry and pain piercing straight to the heart, however, truly stimulated Meng Chao's central nervous system and cerebral cortex. It made him feel as though someone had chiseled open the crown of his skull in reality and poured in a ladleful of boiling oil.
Before Meng Chao could tear all the swarming skeletal rats from his body.
An enormous monstrous hand that blotted out the sky slammed brutally onto his head.
This nightmare world was entirely ruled by the Ancient Dream Saintess.
In the nightmare, she transformed into a towering God or Devil. With a single hand, she tightly seized Meng Chao, tangled in skeletal rats, and lifted him high into the air.
The pressure nearly crushed Meng Chao's soul out of his body.
He heard every bone in his body scream.
Hundreds and thousands of golden stars burst before his eyes, and he felt as though even his alveoli were about to explode.
When he could not