As his mind dissolved, this memory fragment gradually shattered, drifting like dandelion seeds against a backdrop of nothingness.
Tong Zhifeng's dreamscape was being erased by Mu Qingsi. He could not hold out much longer.
Seeing this, Mu Qingsi redoubled her efforts, cleaving into the void with her own mental power as though scattering a pile of building blocks.
She had cultivated a pure yin body and spent decades practicing the Dream Dao with the aid of Netherdream Incense. She had already crossed the threshold into true mastery.
Her assault swept through like a force crushing rotten wood, destroying the entire broken world in one stroke.
Tong Zhifeng's bewildered dream spirit was swept into it and likewise returned to nothingness.
This was not merely killing his dream spirit, but banishing it with a Dream Path Divine Ability, suppressing his surface thoughts and consciousness.
What followed was the moment when he lay helpless beneath another's knife.
Li Ling sighed inwardly, stopped watching, and moved out through soul projection.
The outcome had long since been decided. Now it was time to reap the harvest.
With over ten thousand li between them, it had taken him a long time to arrive, yet he was still in time to clean up the aftermath and seize the treasures.
At that moment, Tong Zhifeng's subordinates did not even know what had happened inside the secret chamber. Only the following day, when they found the door ajar and went inside to investigate, were they horrified beyond measure.
"The... the two chieftains..."
"They're dead!"
"We've now achieved our initial objective. The Tenth, Eighth, and Seventh Chieftains of the Blood Shark Bandits have all been slain, and treasures worth roughly five hundred to eight hundred million have fallen into my hands. If we keep fishing in troubled waters and