Chapter 1217: Flesh as Fuel, Zichen's Scheme! "Nightmare?"
Nian Hun frowned.
All of a sudden, he felt his consciousness blur.
At that moment, he saw his mother planet, Soul Star.
Right now, it was suffering terrifying destruction, with many of Soul Star's mighty experts being slaughtered.
And that was to say nothing of the unarmed women and children.
"Is that... my little sister, Nianzhu?
No... no!"
At that moment, Nian Hun's eyes nearly split with rage.
Because he saw a deathly pale bone scythe, wreathed in dense deathly aura, slice straight through the void.
It swung down toward the tender neck of his little sister, Nianzhu.
But
at that moment, Nian Hun seemed to have been hit with a paralysis spell.
His whole body was rigid, unable to move even an inch.
He could only watch it all happen helplessly.
"No, damn it, damn it. Unforgivable!"
Seeing this, Nian Hun's eyes went bloodshot, like an injured beast.
"Jie jie... This is the price for standing in my way.
Nightmare..."
It seemed
two cruel pupils appeared in that pitch-black void.
Coldly and mockingly, they watched the scene unfold.
To Nightmare, what he loved most was to toy with warriors.
He would even leave an indelible nightmare in their hearts, causing cracks to form in their Martial Heart.
At that moment, as he watched Nian Hun, who had been dragged into the dream by him, trembling all over and even shedding tears of blood, he could hardly describe how pleased he felt.
That feeling of control, of manipulating another person's emotions inside a dream, was what Nightmare enjoyed most.
Hiss, hiss, hiss.
That exaggerated bone scythe, deathly pale and wreathed in the aura of death, sliced through the air, just as it was about to cut into Nian Hun's neck.
Clack.
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