The pupils of the eyeballs in his hand seemed to glow gold in that instant.
Precise strikes were apparently just what Fu Qian excelled at.
It had even been proven earlier that the golden Madness Fire was especially effective against the creatures in this nightmare.
Using Gentlemen on the Beam's status as a nightmare native to force him to make the "scene" clearer hadn't just been for the Witch's convenience.
Although, in theory, all Fu Qian had left now was his visual radar, he still had the King of Prison Break's unique Calamity perspective, just as he had when dealing with that three-in-one Higher Being in Lanfeilai.
So, as early as when Gentlemen on the Beam added the catalyst and made the fear more tangible, Fu Qian had already been trying to lock on.
The Witch's assessment was certainly trustworthy, but even she found that thing too abstract to get a firm grasp on.
But one shouldn't forget that without Supernatural Perception, the form taken by the Calamity Authority was inherently abstract.
Fu Qian had barely felt any discomfort throughout the whole process. It was practically an unusual way of turning a disadvantage into an advantage.
By the time he confirmed with the Witch whether they could simply kill the nightmare's power core, another Calamity eye had finally materialized, and it had even begun charging up.
The Witch had also been right about one thing: that thing didn't seem to have much intelligence.
It wasn't that it had done nothing in the face of a threat like this. Rather, its response was simply too instinctive—and the negative effects on Fu Qian were clearly building up faster, too.
The sensation was strange. On the one hand, his blood seemed to have congealed; on the other, he felt an urgent need to