The torment of failure, the resentment of unforgivable, the despair, the endless dark memories, everything is borne by me!

As soon as this sentence came out in his heart, Xiao Lan slowly opened her eyes.

The first sight that caught his eye was four sharp blade claws shining with shrill cold light.

It appears directly beside you across the space, blocking all directions around you, and being unavoidable...

——So, it is a must-kill.

But for Xiao Lan, who was standing there at this moment, there was no need to worry at all.

Although he still looked old and haggard, in his slowly opened eyes... there was flame burning.

It is not the kind of flame that emits heat and light outward. The flame that converges to the extreme is like condensed ice, because the heat and light are all projected into one's heart.

This is power...

It is only generated from real pain and tempering, the essential power from the depths of the soul, the power born to protect important people.

Without even raising his head, he just moved his eyes, and the four blades that attacked became slower and slower until they were completely still during the time when they were frozen, and finally completely dissipated in nothingness.

——And then, a low moan rang.

“…It’s over here.”

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When the Ghost King's conspiracy finally succeeded, a strange phenomenon occurred immediately in the reality outside the dream.

Zombies, hungry wolves, vampires, aliens...

The monsters that should have existed in the nightmare surged out of the shadows and invaded the world.

After the power of the Ghost King invaded the world, what was originally just an illusory nightmare turned into substance, creating killing, absorbing blood and eating the limbs. Let fear linger in everyone's heart, and then strengthening oneself with fear.

If the development of this situation is not prevented, the world will be completely engulfed by nightmares.

——So, all this must be stopped.

But it is very simple to say, but it is extremely difficult to do.

There are almost all nurses and doctors in mental hospitals, as well as patients with mental abnormalities. Although there are some security guards, the people who can show the courage to fight when they see these monsters are all not even one percent. Most of them scream and turn into nutrients that breed fear.

With the eroded hell still limited to mental hospitals, there is only one place in the entire area that effectively blocks...The Demon Team.

The room with separate partitions is much more solid. The main thing to resist is the windows outside, and of course the key lies in the people inside.

Although only the power of ordinary people is the general power, Emia and the others are still in a weak state. And the only ones that can be used are weapons temporarily transformed with bed frames and chairs, the group has sufficient combat qualities in any case. With Zheng Zha, a master who is very knowledgeable and Chu Xuan who is calmly arranged, and although the monster's power continues to increase while absorbing fear, it is still only a level stronger than ordinary people. As long as you pay attention to not being broken through the defensive circle, you can rely on cooperation to complete resistance.

However, this won't last long.

People have limits of endurance. They fight infinite with limited combat, and are constantly increasing infinite... This is not fun at all.

There are still three hours left before the return ending on the last night. This short time seems extremely long at this moment. Can they survive this unusually disparate battle?

They were completely unsure. And if Wes hadn't described it from the perspective of God, they wouldn't even understand the causes of these monsters.

——However, the turn will arrive soon.

Just as they felt the pressure of resistance was getting stronger and stronger, everyone suddenly stood there no matter where they were.

“…It’s over here.”

The whisper was too quiet and there was almost no sound.

But everyone, no matter who stands, can hear it very clearly.

Then, among all the people who were stunned, Ming Yanwei suddenly reacted.

"This is... Xiao Lan?"

It was just a secret murmur, but it also announced the truth.

That's right, this faint low moan from the demon didn't just echo in the ghost king's dream, but even the reality that was eroded by the power of the dream can be heard.

And with the arrival of the same power.

In the instant, all the sounds disappeared, as if time had stopped flowing.

There was silence and no one made any sound. They were not afraid or because of surprise. Although everyone was extremely surprised, they simply could not make any sound.

It's indeed the end, everyone thinks so deep in their hearts.

What he said from him was not an order or a declaration, but an immediate fact—

In an instant, Xiao Lan, who was standing quietly, changed the world.

--The boiling flames ran around.

It is similar to white lines, constantly wandering between the ground.

The vision is filled with the colors of flames, and the dream collapses like graffiti.

Everything is crushed and everything begins to regenerate.

Then in the moment, the dark dungeon was replaced by the wilderness—

The endless wilderness stretches to the end of the plane.

The sky is desolate and boundless, making people feel extremely broad, but it also has excessive ominous signs.

Wherever you look, there are wastelands covered with rocks and gravel. The world is an endless inorganic matter. There is no living object. You cannot see the light of the sun, the moon or the stars. You cannot feel the heat or the cold. There is also no wind flowing with air...

Everything here is naturally still.

This is peace, real, pure, a kind of peace that is almost nothing.

And in this vast silent wilderness, the man who stands with the cause of everything—

Xiao Lan...

There is no momentum that shocks the creatures and fears, nor does it allow people to reach full and full vitality. All that remains is the same empty space as the surroundings.

It doesn’t matter**. It doesn’t matter gaining, it doesn’t matter loss, everything is so meaningless and futile.

——So, that's the end.

This is the power of nothingness, this is the power of time, and this is the power of stillness.

It is not complete or perfect, and it is achieved with the thought of protection. Because of pain and the desire to stop everything, the desolation deep in the heart has turned into substantial stillness...

But for the awakened power of the heart, Xiao Lan did not care about sorrow and joy on her face, but only saw through all the indifference.

"Is it power... This feeling is so annoying."

When he thought of the price of obtaining this power, he almost despised his powerlessness.

If you had this power before, then you could completely prevent the tragedy from happening. Even the vortex of time and space is not impossible to stop, but this power was born because of the birth of tragedy... I have to say that this is really a bit ironic and also makes people feel deeply helpless.

But compared to his sad indifference, the other person in the other world was calm and unable to do so.

Freddy...

"Uh, what's going on with you guys?"

With a completely unbelievable look, his eyes swept across the desolation around him. He then cut back to the still old demon, and felt uncomfortable like scratching his ears and heads.

——Unable to understand, completely incomprehensible.

He clearly had a completely broken loophole in his heart, and his power was completely projected towards reality. What happened now, which is very unknown?

He didn't know, and he couldn't figure it out no matter how he thought about it, so he chose the most direct method.

No matter what the reason is, as long as it can be killed!

The moment this thought fell, the world was divided into two halves.

From Freddy's feet, the same boiling flames ran. The filthy color of resentment and curse spread rapidly, turning the vast wilderness behind him into a substantial nightmare.

The domain, or... the inherent barrier, embodies the world of the artist's mind and image, and the ultimate forbidden technique under the view of the world of the shape and moon.

And at this moment, the two fields collided from the front.

Between the two people standing opposite each other, a clear boundary emerged—

On this side of the boundary is the realm of static nothingness. Because it is a semi-finished product that is still incomplete, the only effect is to slow down the time of objects in the field, which is manifested as a slowdown that can be achieved;

On the other side of the boundary is the nightmare realm of resentment. It can create any thing and phenomenon through thoughts. There is nothing but unexpected thing. It stands on the top of "one" and has infinite possibilities of fantasy power;

The attribute gap is unusually large, and the amount of performance intensity... the gap is also obvious.

The average split into two lasted for a moment, and the chaotic resentment spread rapidly, squeezing the static vast wilderness to a limit. It was only about two meters around Xiao Lan, and the position of the golden circle of the human body turned into a solidified almost substantial sphere.

There is indeed a gap between the two, but it is not that big enough. Xiao Lan took the initiative to compress her own field.

If you cannot win in quantity, you can only work on quality.

In the static field that is compressed to the limit, as long as you grasp the application of "technology", it is not absolutely impossible to complete the reversal.

——In this way, the battle begins.

Xiao Lan was completely suppressed and beaten. The terror of the power of fantasy can be seen, the meteorites falling from the sky, the roaring tornado, the rushing tsunami of rage, the falling thunder, the cluster charge of ferocious beasts, the firepower of the army...

Various substantive nightmares followed one after another, and Xiao Lan’s only move was to stand in place.

To put it nicely, it is "unmoved like a mountain", to put it bluntly, it is "powerless to resist", but... he is indeed not being passively beaten.

The compressed to the extreme static field is absolutely static. Whether it is impact, light and heat, or other attacks, they all end up in useless static in the slowing time. Since the lost energy has not dissipated in nothingness, it is stored in some way-

Xiao Lan grasped this power exactly and then found the best time to release it.

The moment the Ghost King launched another attack, the wounds of the realm arising from the collision and friction of the two domains condensed all the energy accumulated to the limit of the body, and turned into an ultimate blow that pointed to the flaws.

It is called "Flash", which raises the wind injury that locks Qi to the absolute mystery of the absolute meaning of the space level!
Chapter completed!