After hearing Zhang Yang's brief explanation, Mu Shaoan sighed.
"Fatty Zhang, I see your ability to cause trouble is in no way inferior to mine. But could you give me a heads-up before causing trouble next time? A dream invasion, of all things—you've rendered my entire anti-curse system completely useless."
"I told you it was an emergency. And if it had been possible, I truly would have preferred that the Dream Root never betrayed us." Zhang Yang gave a bitter smile. He had found the Dream Root incredibly convenient to use before, but then the damn thing...
"Then I get it. Your alternate-account strategy didn't work, huh? Hahaha!" Mu Shaoan smiled knowingly, then changed the subject. "But is our current setup really sound? The other side possesses the power of a Dream Ancient God."
"I don't know."
Zhang Yang rarely showed such gravity. The ease he had displayed earlier had all been for the Eight-Colored Spiritual Plant's benefit. If he truly had confidence in facing a Dream Ancient God head-on, that would be nothing but a fool's joke.
However, seeing everyone's expressions change in an instant, Zhang Yang hurriedly added, "But at least we're not completely powerless to fight back. Besides, we should be thankful that what's invading us is merely the power of a Dream Ancient God, not the Dream Ancient God itself. And we should also be thankful that we're in the Reality Dimension. That amounts to an extra, incredibly sturdy barrier for us, which can weaken the Dream Ancient God's power by at least forty percent."
"Damn it, Fatty Zhang, stop keeping us on tenterhooks. What other plans and trump cards do you have? Tell us everything. Do you have any idea how frightening this is?" Mu Shaoan urged him. He was truly worried sick. Once he