[Dragon Sparrow Great Ring] unleashed three thousand six hundred flashes of blade light in a single breath, all twisted into one... In other words, the gate had taken a full three thousand six hundred slashes in that instant!
The gale whipped up by the attack was ferocious!
Banicola had no choice but to shield himself with both arms, yet he still looked like a passerby about to be swept away by a hurricane... He strained with every ounce of strength he possessed, finally drawing his saber and plunging it into the ground just to barely hold his position.
Over by [Golden] Sha Ke, however, the gale had stopped at some point.
Banicola fell silent... Perhaps he should have gone over there earlier?
"What is the language of [Dream Talk]?"
Going over there was out of the question. Banicola absolutely could not let his own words come back to bite him—but he could still ask questions!
Clearly, he had been listening to this group of outsiders all along.
[Golden] Sha Ke stared fixedly at the gate Zhang Bolu was slashing. "It's the script of a race called [Nightmares], which was exceedingly rare even in the Old God Era! They were supernatural creatures of the [Fantasy Side] during that era. Legend has it they could live only in other people's dreams. Within the dreams woven by the [Nightmare] race, you would never know you were sinking into oblivion..."
Banicola frowned at that.
Just then, Zhang Bolu suddenly stopped. He even returned [Dragon Sparrow Great Ring] to its battered wooden scabbard, leaving it hanging loosely at his waist.
[Golden] Sha Ke froze. Could even the [King of Pirates] lack the strength to break through this gate?
*Just what fucking level of defense was this...? The gate itself had to be an exceptionally rare