The Dragon Clan had yet to make an appearance, and the Golden Thread Bat King was the most ferocious foe she had ever encountered.
If not for their small numbers, the Nightmare Dream Deer Riders truly wouldn't have been able to suppress them. If she could harvest a great many Bat Clan Primordial Spirits and refine them into her dreamscape, it would greatly benefit her cultivation.
The dreamscape Crimson Dream Demon Venerable desired encompassed the myriad races of all realms and all things under heaven. It wasn't limited to any one kind of living being. Even the mighty Dragon Clan was merely one of her targets.
"It's time to end this!" Seeing Yin Han and the other five completely engulfed by layer upon layer of butterflies, Crimson Dream Demon Venerable slowly thrust the green flute in her hand forward. The blue shadow of the flute-sword shot straight into the Bat Shadow Merging with Heaven Formation with a soft pfft. After fighting for so long, she had finally broken into the formation.
Xiang Yao, whose cultivation was comparatively weaker, had his consciousness thrown into a daze by the flute's music. With the battle formation broken, he felt no fear at all. His expression was only blank and entranced.
A red butterfly seized the chance when his mouth fell open and flew straight inside. Dao Ri and Zhu Ming were caught as well, one after another.
"Demoness, I'll fight you to the death!" Yin Han, the leader, and Hu Xiulong were enraged, but their hearts were filled with despair.
They had struggled to maintain the battle formation for so long, only for it to break in an instant. Three of their six had fallen. Without the formation to rely on, trapped inside the enemy's dreamscape, they were now doomed to die.
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