Moonlight Teleportation sent everyone to a relatively backward city. The roads had not even been paved with concrete; they were still made of primitive dirt, riddled with potholes and full of standing water.
This was the other side of the planet, and it was noon.
The residents who had not entered their dreams had no idea that one of the people who had suddenly appeared before them was the Moon God protecting them from nightmares.
The natives here were all dressed in rags, their faces gaunt. They could barely guarantee even the most basic necessities of food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.
Seeing three well-dressed foreigners arrive, quite a few people entertained malicious thoughts. But when they tried to approach, they felt an intense killing intent, like livestock nearing a slaughterhouse, and quickly scattered.
Lorien's illusion still existed. In everyone's eyes, he still looked human.
He covered the wound in his abdomen with one hand. The blood gushing out soon stained his palm red, and his consciousness gradually began to blur.
"Why!?"
Lorien could feel that he had clearly grown stronger during this period. With the offerings of humans from multiple worlds, he had used faith to reach the level of the Nascent Moon God. An ordinary injury like this should have been easily healed.
But now, even after abandoning basic self-healing and attempting to repair the wound by using the "overlap" of dreams and reality, it remained ineffective.
Even creating an unharmed version of himself within a dream proved impossible. This stabbed wound seemed completely bound to him as a person, impossible to cast off.
The team members also noticed Lorien's ordinary abdominal wound.
Regan hurriedly helped stitch it closed.
But no matter how tough the alloy sutures were, or how they used electric currents to stimulate the potential of