The dreamscape constructed by the Dream Demon Battle Soul was entirely fictional. Everything within it had been created by Su Mo.
Therefore, everything in the dreamscape was completely nonexistent.
But the Witchman King did not know that. Even if he had known, he would have been unable to break it. He only felt the blood draining from his body, leaving him without the slightest strength, weakened to the extreme.
"You... you only used despicable means. If you have the guts, let me out, and we'll fight fairly!" the Witchman King said weakly.
"Fair?"
Su Mo sneered disdainfully. "There is no absolute fairness. The result represents everything."
Crack!
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold gleam flashed. Su Mo raised his blade and brought it down, directly severing one of the Witchman King's arm bones.
Aah!
A miserable howl immediately erupted from the Witchman King's mouth. The intense pain drilled into his marrow and pierced his heart.
Crack!
Another crisp snap rang out as one of the Witchman King's leg bones was likewise chopped off.
Aah!
The Witchman King howled in agony again. No matter how high his cultivation was, he could not endure such excruciating pain. His entire body convulsed.
"Wuchen, you will die a horrible death!" the Witchman King roared, though his aura was growing weaker and weaker.
Yet the Witchman King was also tenacious. Even now, his Spiritual Power was still struggling desperately, trying to break free from the restraints of the Dream Demon Space.
Su Mo's face had turned slightly pale as well. He had to rely on his Spiritual Power and the Dream Demon Battle Soul's strength to maintain the stability of the Dream Demon Space with all his might.
This was also an enormous drain on his Spiritual Power. The harder the other party