"Sweet Dream? Nightmare!" "BOOM!"
Ice-blue bolts of lightning shot into the sky, instantly splitting into countless tiny electric webs that completely blanketed the airspace.
"Tsk, that guy's clone is troublesome."
Hua Ya murmured softly, casually tossing Yu Zhengqing into the Thunder Prison before retreating with You.
[Sinking] and [Sweet Dream] possessed no attack power of their own; the damage was basically all dealt by You's curses.
Of course, if she could touch her opponent, she could also crush their soul with an ocean of spiritual power.
But Yu Zhengqing was extremely unusual.
Though he still looked human, his soul was already much like a [Chaos] Calamity, and it carried exceedingly severe contamination.
According to their master's experiments over this period of time, the [Chaos] power within these humanoid creatures was incredibly infectious.
Other than those at the pinnacle, anyone who so much as touched a trace of it could be assimilated by it.
To them, these humans' souls were no longer food, but filth that would upset their stomachs!
Thus, Hua Ya could only split off an avatar of her consciousness and have it dismantle Yu Zhengqing's soul bit by bit, killing him completely.
But now, he could conveniently clear the way for them. Consider it making use of trash.
"I-I-I-I... fuck!"
Yu Zhengqing, thrown into the Thunder Prison, convulsed violently and instantly awoke from his sweet dream, unable to stop himself from cursing.
The successive sweet dreams of Sinking had already left him somewhat unable to distinguish reality from dreams.
But the pain was so real that it forced him to sober up considerably.
Yu Zhengqing forcibly gathered his focus and activated his body, completely saturated by the curse.
Had it been any other eighth-rank Awakened, with Death Qi sunk into their bones and marrow, they would have long