As Lin Feng regained consciousness, everyone collectively breathed a sigh of relief, and their tense emotions and bodies finally relaxed. Many people even collapsed directly to the ground, exhausted and powerless.
"I'm sorry."
Looking at the devastated hall and the injured allies, Lin Feng apologized.
Earlier, his mind had been forcibly taken over by the Nightmare, and he lost control of his body, his consciousness falling into slumber.
He couldn't see what happened, but he could guess.
With the Nightmare's power, if it wanted to escape, no one could stop it.
It didn't flee, clearly intending to use his identity, prompting it to try to kill everyone.
Lin Feng surveyed the surroundings; everyone was injured, but no one had died.
"We can't blame you; we also share responsibility, and besides, you look worse than me."
Looking at Lin Feng, whose face was ghostly pale and skeletal, Ye Xing smiled.
