Almost the moment he crossed the boundary, the thorn door behind him folded shut, and with it, Clear Dream dissipated as well.
It was evident that Red Moon was not very keen on maintaining any connection with that place in any way.
To this, Fu Qian naturally had no objections.
With such a commotion just now, if the setup was indeed the work of Night Watcher, a reaction was a given, and its efficiency would certainly not be slow.
After all, once a trap was triggered, the priority was naturally to come and collect the prey immediately to prevent escape.
As things stood now, they might need to have a good brainstorming session about what had transpired in the middle.
All in all, a resounding success.
Without rushing to inspect his spoils of war, Fu Qian tossed the egg in his hand aside, instantly dismissed Mythical Form, and simultaneously activated Return Edict.
Given the high efficiency throughout, False God Incarnation had still not ended, but at this very moment, his appearance was undoubtedly quite miserable.
This direct action of bathing in a poison pool was equivalent to putting his entire body in the state of his legs during the first exploration.
Even with Mythical Form active, his appearance already resembled that group of corrupted phoenixes, and there was hardly any skin and flesh left on his face.
Even at the very end, to dodge that special ambushing insect, his upper body had been swept by a ray of decay, and a large chunk of his left ribs was already missing.
The next moment, Fu Qian reached out and pulled a smuggled insect from the few remaining ribs.
Suddenly arriving in an unfamiliar environment, the latter was clearly very apprehensive inside, shrinking its body and lacking its previous activity.
Yet even