"How about trying your dream magic?"

Seeing that Zhang Heng was unwilling to take risks, Yan Chixia came up with another plan.

"Dream Technique!"

Zhang Heng's heart moved.

If it were Pudu Cihang under normal circumstances, things like dreaming would definitely be useless.

After all, Pudu Cihang is not only a thousand-year-old demon, but also has a tantric inheritance and a Taoist heart as firm as iron.

But the current Pudu Cihang is not in its heyday.

Its eyes were filled with the will to die, and it knew that no matter whether it won or lost today, there was no way for it to survive. The only difference was sooner or later.

In this case, the heart must be shaken, and dream magic may be effective.

"You can try it."
Chapter completed!