The fiendish thing inside the coffin was coming out?
As he watched the ugly ghostly hand reach out from the coffin, Zhang Yuanqing's heart pounded wildly in his chest, his ears filled with the sound of thumping. An uncontrollable Fear surged up and shattered his calm.
Under the influence of that Fear, his body trembled slightly, and his limbs spasmed uncontrollably.
M-my Fear has been amplified. Experienced as he was, Zhang Yuanqing immediately realized that the Dream Master lurking in the shadows was at work.
Amplifying emotions and devouring reason were an Illusionist's specialty.
He took a deep breath and tried desperately to suppress his Fear.
Yet rather than subsiding, the Fear in his heart grew increasingly intense, nearly destroying his sanity.
This was no ordinary Illusionist, but a level-six Dream Master.
For a level-six Dream Master, igniting the emotions of a level-four Saint took no more than an instant.
The reason Zhang Yuanqing had not collapsed immediately was, on one hand, because a Night Wanderer's soul was resilient and possessed abilities in the domain of illusion; on the other hand, he had cultivated the Pure Yang Body Cleansing Record for some time and had an extremely strong resistance to negative effects.
"The way to leave a dream is simple. Just wake up..." Zhang Yuanqing muttered. His spirits lifted, and he lunged toward Chen Bloodblade on the other side of the campfire, shouting:
"Godfather, wake up! Wake up!"
Zhang Yuanqing crossed over the campfire and reached for Chen Bloodblade's shoulder, but his hand passed straight through the Mountain God.
He froze.
It was not that everyone had been dragged into a dream. He was the one who had been dragged into a dream!
When had he entered the dream? When he shut the door? Or even earlier, when the door