Wen Muzhi was already scolding like crazy. With Han Hui as the center and the eighteenth generation of his ancestors as the radius, he drew a circle and began to spray.

There are no gorgeous words or narrative methods at all, it is simple and direct, and it has a sense of déjà vu.

At this moment, even though Han Hui is a genius villain, she still feels the pressure, her mental strength is somewhat unable to make ends meet, and she even starts to have nosebleeds.

This is obviously the sequelae of excessive use of mental power...

But even if Liu Dao and Wen Mu capital fought, Han Hui still suppressed the five-person team. After all, the level gap was there.

The most miserable one among them is Zhou Mengxing. Her Yunmeng Mist has not taken effect yet, which has resulted in her never being able to display her combat effectiveness. She was hung up and beaten by those heavenly soldiers.

Weiyang Divine Realm indeed saved her life.

However, even though he was stabbed with a knife and whipped with a whip, Zhou Mengxing did not completely wake up from his dream.

At this moment, her expression was full of pain, and thin cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and she was struggling constantly.

The huge pain from the whip on the body and the feeling of the blade cutting through the flesh made Zhou Mengxing's body tremble continuously.

In my mind, scenes of memory fragments flashed back uncontrollably.

She dreamed of a nightmare demon with a vague face holding a red-hot spear, and pierced her body with the spear...

Before she could see the evil ghost's face clearly, the picture disappeared...

She also dreamed that the evil spirit burned her with fire and cut her own flesh with a knife to feed her. She also dreamed that she was screaming and begging for mercy, but he made a devilish whisper in her ear and bit her off.

Ears, tongue…

Broken memories flashed back scene after scene.

Even though she has been treated and has forgotten everything, the despair and pain have been engraved in her bones...

The pain caused by the torture from the heavenly soldiers reminded her of the despair that day.

Just like the instinctive conditioned reflex, if your hand is pricked by a needle, you will shrink your hand, and if your eyes are blown by the wind, you will subconsciously close your eyes...

In the dream world, Zhou Mengxing hugged his shoulders, shaking constantly, as helpless as a kitten.

"No...don't...don't appear in my mind, get out..."

But that nightmare-like whisper echoed in Zhou Mengxing's heart.

"Leave it to me~ Let me out... Everything will become easier. Release me and I will solve everything for you..."

But Zhou Mengxing kept shaking his head, his eyes full of fear: "No...I don't want it!"

In the dream world, everything in her kingdom was collapsing, as if she was the only one left in the world...

In the real world, Zhou Mengxing was also mumbling "No...don't..." with tears in the corners of his eyes.

But the Heavenly Soldier smiled ferociously: "No? In this situation, it's not you who has the final say!"

As he spoke, the long knife in his hand stabbed Zhou Mengxing's heart fiercely, causing her eyelashes to tremble slightly in pain.

The huge dream world had completely collapsed at this moment, leaving only Zhou Mengxing floating in the endless darkness of nothingness.

In my mind, the whispering became more intense, even with a commanding tone.

"Let me out! Let me out!"

Zhou Mengxing slowly closed his eyes. It was already like this anyway, and he didn't care what it would become.

At this moment, Zhou Mengxing completely gave up suppression and resistance, letting the power be released and grow wildly.

From the pitch-black endless void, billowing black mist spurted out like wolf smoke, swallowing up Zhou Mengxing.

The black mist shimmered with blood-like scarlet.

Bursts of low laughter came from the black mist, and a pair of devil claws came out, hugging Zhou Mengxing into his arms, smiling ferociously.

He stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked the tears from the corners of her eyes: "You are my plaything~ How could I let others bully you?"

"In this world... I am the only one who can bully you!"

Zhou Mengxing raised her head and looked at the figure behind her in astonishment. She could only see the profile of the figure...

That...is exactly Ren Jie’s profile!

Zhou Mengxing:!!!

The next moment, her body was completely swallowed by the black mist...

But in the real world, the pure white mist of Yunmeng that rushed out of Zhou Mengxing's mind completely turned into black. The heavenly soldiers who were surrounding her and torturing her were instantly swallowed up by the black mist, and all of them howled like pigs.

In the void, the Yunmeng Sky Whale was devouring the dream mist, but a black and red figure rushed out of the dream mist that turned into black.

As soon as he raised his hand, two huge claws emerged, grabbing the upper and lower jaws of the whale, and with a strong force, the huge whale was torn off.

Endless rain of blood fell from the sky.

The figure just stood tall in the void, with black and red blood and mud climbing up his body, turning into demonic weapons, and his face was half covered by an evil ghost mask.

The scarlet tongue stuck out, laughing wantonly, and the vigorous malice swept in all directions like a volcanic eruption.

The aura gets stronger and stronger, as if there is no end.

Everyone looked at the figure in the black mist with horrified expressions, their scalps numb.

Wu Li, Liu Dao, Wen Mu's Snow Owl, and even Jiang Jiuli were all stunned, and their voices rose an octave.

"Ren Jie?"

Isn’t he at the bottom of the abyss?

How come it appears here?

And this aura? There seems to be something wrong?

I saw the scarlet eyes of Nightmare Ren Jie looking at Han Hui, grinning ferociously: "Dare you touch my plaything? You are so brave!"

"Don't you know she can only be bullied by me?"

"The price for doing something wrong is very simple. You can pay with your life. But I won't let you die so easily. I will make you kneel down and beg me to let you die!"

"Jiejiejiejiejie~"

"Evil falls into hell!"

As Nightmare Renjie spread his arms, the black mist behind him began to expand crazily, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the twisted and dark Evil Hell began to evolve and take shape.

The black and red kings stood up in the devil's prison, pulling in everything that Han Hui had transformed, tearing it apart, and smashing it...

This power is so powerful that even seventh-level Han Hui can't stop it if she activates demonization. Its intensity even exceeds the limit of Han Hui's mental power.

At this moment, Zhou Mengxing was curled up on the ground, his eyelashes fluttering, his body trembling, and his whole body was even soaked with cold sweat. He was half asleep and half awake, obviously having a nightmare.

Only at this moment did everyone realize that this was not the real Ren Jie!

It's the Ren Jie in Zhou Mengxing's nightmare, the nightmare version of Ren Jie.

Everyone finally understood why during the personal battle, Zhou Mengxing had nightmares, was so frightened that he wet his pants, and even suffered from stress disorder!

Who can get goosebumps from seeing this monster-like nightmare Ren Jie?

Is it the kind that gives you nightmares just by looking at it?

So in that unknown battle, Zhou Mengxing was tortured to death by Nightmare Renjie?

And now, she has released her nightmare?

I saw Nightmare Ren Jie smiling wantonly, and the Demon Throne appeared behind him. He was sitting on it with his legs crossed and his chin raised.

"The killing game...has begun~"
Chapter completed!