In an instant, the surroundings changed. Gray mist billowed out, consuming everything, as if he had been plunged back into that original nightmare.
'When…?'
Zhang Dongwei narrowed his eyes. The transition from reality to nightmare had been utterly seamless. It was as if his opponent had forcibly transformed the natural environment into a nightmare in a single moment.
This was a peculiar state where consciousness and reality overlapped. Here, illusory consciousness and tangible matter were bound together so tightly.
'What in the world happened to that guy?'
An intense sense of danger flooded Zhang Dongwei's mind. He whipped his head around, his gaze falling on Hui Ming, whom he had just knocked aside.
At this moment, the once neat and crisp suit he wore was in tatters, leaving him looking rather disheveled.
Hui Ming slowly rose from the ground, his eyes glinting with a light completely different from before.
Detached, cold, serene—like polar ice that would never melt.
