"Cleanse Qingyang!"
When Zhou Zhenhong saw Huang Tian's message, his heart shook. Those four simple words weighed as heavily as a mountain. The risks were simply too great!
Nightmares were classified into four grades—Fierce, Vicious, Wicked, and Baleful—but that did not mean lower-grade nightmares posed less danger than higher-grade ones. Every nightmare had its own unique rules. Without figuring them out, even a second-level Dreamer could fall prey to a Baleful-grade nightmare.
Worse, resolving a nightmare incident inevitably meant using the dream artifact fused with one's body. Repeated use deepened the corruption, putting one's life at risk—
Zhou Zhenhong was deeply moved. He hurriedly sent a message: "Mr. Huang, I admire your resolve and your sense of duty, but you must preserve yourself for the work ahead. These six nightmares are all confined to specific areas, so the threat is limited for now. There's no need for you to risk your life—"
Huang Tian: "For now, they're confined to those areas, but no one can guarantee they won't change. Besides, I know my limits. I won't gamble with my life."
Zhou Zhenhong hesitated. Huang Tian had a point. No one could ever fathom nightmares. Just when you thought one would stay put, it might suddenly move somewhere else two or three months later and start killing again.
After a moment's thought, he wrote, "Mr. Huang, since you've made up your mind, I won't stop you. I'll go with you so we can watch each other's backs."
Huang Tian: "No need. I can move faster alone and finish this quickly."
Zhou Zhenhong paused. He had a faint sense of what Huang Tian meant. It was as if he did not consider these nightmares much of a threat—he had even said he would finish them quickly.
Zhou Zhenhong reminded him, "Nightmares are