Inside the military camp prison.
Jin Wutu, who had been living in fear, had a nightmare.
In the nightmare, all the sins he committed were fully exposed.
All his plots and schemes, his deceit and betrayal, were completely seen through.
A terrifying ghostly shadow was toying with him in the dark, wanting to devour his soul, condemning him to eternal damnation.
Jin Wutu's body, bloody and mutilated, began to tremble, with cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
Suddenly, a cool breeze passed by, and Jin Wutu jolted awake, looking around in panic, gasping for air.
After observing for a while and finding nothing unusual, Jin Wutu finally let out a long sigh of relief.
But before he could catch his breath, Jin Wutu's eyes widened abruptly, seeing an enormous black shadow standing before him, exuding eerie death qi, tremendously frightening.
This figure was very familiar, identical to the one in his nightmare.
