Xie Tian's fist, in that instant of release and withdrawal, was like a dream.
And that dream, set against the backdrop of Chou Tian's restored and complete Yanming Killing Mist, felt even more unreal.
As though the heaven-shocking killing intent that had just torn open the Yanming Killing Mist, the instant annihilation of that mist, and the millions of killing intents within it dying in the womb, had all been nothing but an illusion.
But if it really was a dream...
"Chou Tian, you're not pulling your weight..."
Nothing is more terrifying than calm.
Spoken in a tranquil voice, this mocking line was like the finishing touch to the hundred-zhang space that Xie Tian's fist had just rewritten, nailing this dream right between reality and illusion.
The feeling of being caught between the two wasn't that doubt still lingered, but that after confirming it was real, one couldn't help but marvel at that reality—
Too dreamlike.
