Before the zombie dogs could pounce, enormous Flame Swords matching their numbers descended from the sky.
They pinned the zombie dogs firmly to the ground.
Even so, the creatures continued struggling, trying to kill Chen Yi.
If they had been truly alive, they would have died long ago.
But they were not. They were strange phenomena formed from impurities.
They had never lived, so how could one speak of them dying?
All Chen Yi needed to do was "kill" these zombie dogs again and again until every trace of impurity had been worn away.
The process sounded difficult, but to Chen Yi, it was merely somewhat tedious.
Though the dream world was utterly absurd, it still had its foundations.
Those foundations were spirit and the laws built upon reality!
The amount of spirit determined how many methods one could use and determined one's "health bar."
Spirit Strength determined the upper limit of a method's attack power and determined one's "defense."
Combat in the dream world relied entirely on imagination.
One could believe oneself to be a god, and then fly through the heavens, burrow through the earth, and do anything within one's dream.
But at the same time, the abilities gained that way were hollow.
An attack that seemed capable of destroying the heavens and earth was no more than a bubble. Its actual destructive power might not even compare to a real flame one thoroughly understood.
The degree to which one understood something determined the power of an attack.
The zombie dogs pinned to the ground by the Flame Swords quickly "died" and stopped struggling.
But the next moment, light returned to their pupils, and their four claws desperately scraped at the concrete.
However, their bodies had become slightly smaller than before, and their strength had weakened somewhat as