The blow finally worked.
The bald man who emerged from the Infinite Flintlock unleashed an authentic Supreme Holy Slash, beheading the towering Abu Singh before him and lighting up the entire seabed in the process.
Yang Yi seized the chance to break free of his control. Ignoring what was clearly Abu Singh's false body, he swam toward Dream Island below at astonishing speed.
After passing the obstructing giant, Yang Yi finally got a clear look at the so-called Dream Island.
Strictly speaking, it should have been a person, but its head had mutated, swelling to over three thousand meters in diameter. Its skin was as clear as crystal, revealing tangled purple fleshy stems inside that formed what looked like a brain.
These fleshy stems writhed. Many had pierced the top of the head or burst out through its cheeks, especially its facial features, spreading like a net all the way to the surface and forming a cage of amethyst.
Yang Yi understood almost instantly what Abu Singh had done.
Pulling this island into reality came at a price.
So Abu Singh had gone so far as to use his own body as a bridge, dragging Dream Island out of the dream to create the scene before him.
In a sense, Abu Singh was now Dream Island itself. No wonder he was so powerful.
"Too shocked to speak?" Abu Singh's voice came from behind Yang Yi's head, from the enormous head that had been severed.
But no blood flowed from the wound at its neck. It simply hovered beside Yang Yi, gazing at his own twisted physical body in reality as though admiring a work of art.
"Ordinary people probably never get to see a god's majestic bearing even once in their lives.
But I get to see it often. Can