This was why Enmu was reluctant to approach his targets and attack them in person.
Although his Blood Demon Art was powerful, it was not flawless.
An ability that could forcibly put the vast majority of Swordsmen to sleep, defying all reason, naturally had a weakness.
That weakness was that his Blood Demon Art could only draw their minds into dreams, while their bodies... were merely in a light sleep.
Any sufficiently strong killing intent, or even dense "demonic aura," could trigger their bodies' instinctive defensive reactions.
This old fellow was even more patient than the monarch. He had waited over ten thousand years for this entrance that would break the ten-million mark, wanting only to wait until Qiu Qiong appeared so he could pull off a spectacular, earth-shattering reversal.
The ones most devastated by this couple's back-and-forth complaints were none other than their listeners, Black Pearl and Luther. This was the sort of thing where neither offering advice nor staying silent felt right. As friends of the two, they truly had no idea what advice to give.
The Rat-Demon Spirit nodded in agreement. The seven-colored fruit borne by the miraculous soil and trees might help it strengthen its spirit, and only then would its shadow body grow stronger.
The already peaceful forest grew even quieter, until even the birdsong vanished completely. Everything around them was so quiet. The tiger now seemed like a real tiger displaying its might, and none of the creatures dared make the slightest sound.
They would carry out missions with the team, venturing together through all manner of mysterious, bizarre worlds, slowly and steadily improving their cultivation.
"There's no way I can explain that to you. Huh? Your phone's ringing!" Wang Bing said, pointing at the phone flashing incessantly on the bedside table.
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