Dreamscape

The next moment, the scythe that looked like a meditation technique actually slashed into the dream world.

The dream world painstakingly woven by the Nightmare Patriarch was like heaven and earth collapsing—the sky caved in, the world was destroyed, and everything swiftly turned into nothingness.

The Nightmare Patriarch swiftly withdrew the power occupying that world and fled outside. After sensing the damage, he found that the blow had cost him a full third of his power.

It hurt. That was his real power.

What kind of ability was this? What sort of scythe was that? It could actually cut in from reality and destroy an illusory dream? This kid's meditation technique had some real tricks to it.

What could destroy dreams was naturally also dream power. Since that scythe could cut into the dream world, could it be that this kid had cultivated a meditation technique related to dreams as well?

With a thunderous shout, the Nightmare Patriarch used his own energy and dreams as a medium to form a massive hundred-meter spear. He leaped out of the dream world and viciously thrust it at Dole.

He had realized it. Those dreams he had been preparing to invade had all been set up by the other party to toy with him.

Seeing the spear, Dole burst into laughter. The dreams below shattered one after another, turning into fragments that merged into his sea of consciousness. He swung the exquisite Reaper's scythe and slashed down fiercely.

The scythe struck the spear. Two distinct kinds of dream power collided, and Dole's scythe was flung backward by the impact, nearly shattering.

Only then did Dole see that the spear's patterns were incredibly intricate, almost tangible. The Nightmare Patriarch had nearly pushed the power of dreams to its ultimate limit, on the verge of