"In this nightmare, someone crushed the entire world with a single hand!"
"Everyone in the world died in that instant!"
When Ning Fengzhi and the others heard this, it was as though they were listening to some incomprehensible heavenly scripture.
Someone crushing the world with a single hand? That was utter nonsense, a wild flight of fancy!
But Ning Rongrong was the pearl in their palms. They could only patiently comfort and coax her, telling her it was merely a nightmare and none of it was real.
Once they had comforted Ning Rongrong, Ning Fengzhi and the others gradually left. Her nightmares followed a pattern: she only had one each day.
Now that it had happened, she most likely would not have another nightmare that night and would sleep until dawn.
Perhaps she had grown accustomed to having so many nightmares. Ning Rongrong slowly recalled the nightmare she had just had that night.
It was still Jialing Pass, that meat grinder of a battlefield.
Only now, everything had been reversed. Sea God Tang San, whose chest had been pierced through, had actually come back to life, transforming into a state of blood-red divine power.
In this state, Tang San wielded a blood-red longsword and drove it straight through Rakshasa God Bibi Dong's chest.
Tang San coldly withdrew the blood-red longsword, and bright red blood instantly gushed from Bibi Dong's chest.
On the verge of death, Bibi Dong revealed a bleak smile. With the last of her strength, she protected herself and Qian Renxue, the Angel God whose divine seat had shattered, as they slowly fell toward the ground before Jialing Pass.
But Tang San did not pursue them. He knew he was now wielding the Asura God's divine power. With the Asura Demon Sword having pierced her, Bibi Dong was