"God Nan, what... what are you doing?!" Huang Yuanming cried out in terror, yelling at the team members behind him, "Run!"
At the same time, he threw himself forward with all his strength and desperately grabbed Nan Feng's wrist.
"What are you doing?!" Blood sprayed from Huang Yuanming's mouth as he roared, "Look carefully! It's me! I'm Huang Yuanming!"
"I know. I've already killed quite a few Huang Yuanmings." Nan Feng spoke calmly. "It's fine. This is just a dream. It won't hurt."
"What dream? God Nan, what nonsense are you talking about?!"
"Perhaps in the next dream, or the one after that, we'll meet again... And then, I'll have to kill you again..."
"Wake up! I'm a living, breathing person! This isn't some damn dream!"
"Everyone I met before said the same thing."
Nan Feng took a deep breath. The magic power in the air surged into his body, restoring much of his strength.
He grabbed Huang Yuanming's wrist with his backhand and gave it a light twist.
Crack! Crack!
With two crisp snaps, both of Huang Yuanming's hands were broken by Nan Feng.
"Ghh..."
Huang Yuanming sharply sucked in a breath from the pain. The blood in his mouth flowed back, pouring into his throat and nasal cavity with a sickening sweetness.
The [Desert Eagle] was pressed against Huang Yuanming's forehead as Nan Feng softly said, "See you in the next dream."
Feeling death at such close range, Huang Yuanming trembled all over in terror.
Just then, a streak of blade light slashed down from the horizon, charging straight at Nan Feng!
"Oh?"
Nan Feng raised his hand and fired, shattering the blade light. "So you're the final boss of this dream, Xiao Luo."
In the sky, Xiao Luo wore a grave expression.
He stared directly at Nan