Crack—crack—!
Amid a series of shattering sounds, the terrifying impacts gradually subsided within the dreamscape that had been bombarded into utter ruin.
"Cough, cough...!"
Fang Li clutched his chest as he struggled to rise from the ground, coughing up a little blood.
What he felt was not physical pain, but a sense of something having been lost.
Perhaps even pain was different from the outside world in this dreamscape?
"Honestly..."
He had never expected to suffer such an unexpected attack in a place like this.
"It seems my steadily growing strength made me forget what danger feels like..."
With that thought, Fang Li raised his eyes once more and stared at Sekhmet before him.
His hand instinctively reached for the bag at his waist, wanting to draw out his usual weapon.
But naturally, the Fairy Bag with its infinite storage space was not at Fang Li's side.
"No matter what, this is Echidna's dreamscape..."
Since she intended to attack Fang Li on her own turf, there was naturally no way she would prepare weapons for him.
Only Fang Li's consciousness had entered this place, not his physical body.
Therefore, it was only natural that the things at hand had not come in with him.
On top of the restrictions imposed by the terrain...
"Ha, give up."
Sekhmet still sat atop the only intact piece of furniture in the area, that little white table. She had not moved from beginning to end as she spoke with extreme annoyance.
"Just obediently make a contract with Echidna, and I won't need to act again. Hah, that'll save a lot of trouble."
Just like the sin she represented, Sekhmet was practically the avatar of sloth.
Compared to her, Petelgeuse—who bore the name "Sloth" yet could not forgive his own slothfulness and acted both actively