A dark figure appeared before Qin An. He could not make out its face, only a darkness so deep it seemed capable of swallowing everything. A chill ran down his spine.
The instant Qin An saw the figure, his heart tightened. A sense of foreboding welled up inside him.
It felt as though death itself had fixed its gaze on him, suffocating him until he could scarcely breathe.
Shing!
Qin An drew Cold Star in an instant and watched the figure warily, ready to fight.
This was Nightmare, the being the Zhou Household Head feared most.
Qin An knew the Zhou Household Head had suppressed Nightmare's power. Yet even suppressed, Nightmare was immensely strong. The pressure it exerted on him had not diminished in the slightest.
How does Nightmare attack?
The question flashed through Qin An's mind.
He did not know, so he made no rash move. He kept watching, waiting for a chance to strike a killing blow.
But after Nightmare appeared, it did not attack. It merely stood there, motionless, watching him as though waiting for something—or thinking something over.
Qin An found it strange, but he remained on guard.
Soon, an idea came to him, along with a sudden, familiar feeling.
He knew the reason now. He understood everything.
So that's it. Nightmare finds me unfamiliar. I don't carry this world's aura, so it doesn't dare approach me, much less attack.
Realization dawned on Qin An. At last, he understood what the Zhou Household Head had intended.
It was just as the Zhou Household Head had said. If someone had lived in this world for a long time, Nightmare could draw on the Zhou Household Head's power and attack at once.
And because Nightmare had been born from this world, it could do far greater harm to