Zhebo stopped using his psychic power to draw out the nightmare. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the ground, his face grim and his eyes resolute.
There was something eerie about his action, as though he were preparing something terrifying.
Lilith frowned slightly, her eyes full of confusion, and could not help asking:
"What is he doing?"
The atmosphere was tense and oppressive, making Lilith's voice sound especially clear.
Over the past few minutes, Vian and Athena had frantically unleashed over a thousand slashes of sword energy, consuming more than half their stamina.
Their arms were already aching, and beads of sweat covered their foreheads.
Seeing Zhebo's actions and hearing that despairing cry just now, they both stopped what they were doing.
Vian panted, but a trace of excitement lit her face as she said happily:
"Whew! Whew! Lilith, did we succeed?"
There was a hint of anticipation in her voice, as though she hoped for an affirmative answer from Lilith.
Lilith nodded slightly, but her expression remained cautious as she said slowly:
"From what he just said, Kakarot and the others should have escaped the nightmare's control. I just don't know why he's sitting down now."
Her eyes stayed fixed on Zhebo, not daring to relax for even a moment.
Iris flew down from the sky, her expression grave as she said seriously:
"I just fired a few arrows at that old man, but his Observation Haki lets him see the future. I couldn't hit him."
Her words carried a trace of helplessness and frustration.
At that moment, Zhebo's face was crazed, and madness gleamed in his eyes as he decided to stake everything on one last attempt:
"I have to force the possession to begin. I'm out of chances!"
His voice was filled with despair and madness, as