Damn!
If he hadn't been facing his own teacher, Xu Nan would have nearly spat out blood.
A Dream Scroll could be bootlegged too?
Was Lost Paradise really reliable?
He silently added in his heart: Xu Nan, after all this time, don't you have any fucking clue whether Lost Paradise's bootlegging standards are reliable?
Luo Mang's voice was equally complicated:
"Anyway, be careful. If it really doesn't work, try negotiating with him. The God of Fear is already on his last legs. Or find a way to throw him into the spacetime turbulence..."
The old gentleman did not have many options either. The barriers of the Crystal Wall System were not so easily breached. Otherwise, he would have come straight to Earth himself, and there would have been no trouble at all.
Of course, if that had been the case, the God of Fear would not have needed to go to such lengths, pretending to perish when he had actually reincarnated on Earth.
"I'll give it a try."
Xu Nan was at the end of his rope as well.
After Xin'er left, the power of Azure Dreamland diminished with every use. If the God of Fear's godhead had not also been wearing down, Star Spirit Judgment might already have been unable to restrain him!
At once, he held the bootleg Dream Scroll in his hand, his expression becoming incomparably solemn.
He recalled the Ten Thousand Spirits Cage Sealing Technique in his mind.
According to Luo Mang, as long as Xu Nan completed the seal, he could stuff it into the passage constructed by Lost Paradise. After that, it would no longer be Xu Nan's problem. Luo Mang intended to put him together with the Clownish Lord... uh, the Clownish Lord was the Abyssal Lord the old gentleman had subdued when