It is a bit unrealistic for him to fight head-on to destroy this dream, which is obviously gathered by the spirits of countless short-lived species.

Because this world is an extraordinary desert and there is no extraordinary soil. Once both sides suffer, they are very likely to be irreversible and can only return to their ancestral land in shame.

And this is a path that any descendant of Nightmare Hydra is more unwilling to choose than death.

Russell spitted out a letter, his face a little cold: "I will let you know what a terrible thing it is to pull the great nightmare descendants into your dreams."

boom!

The complex scenes and the long river of spirit gathering hit hard, Russell did not resist and allowed him to subdue himself.

Trance.

dark.

confusion.

narrow.

Boiling hot.

Suddenly, Russell woke up.

With a slight sense, he frowned and was stuffed into an extremely weak body, and it was a dead body that was about to rot under the scorching sun!

"This method is ridiculous..."

Russell took a deep breath and felt a faint aura in the hot air in the desert that made him familiar with.

A dream with extraordinary soil?

Russell looked up and looked into the distance without any extra moves.

This is an endless desert, with strong winds whistling everywhere, yellow sand is everywhere, with no trace, and there seems to be nothing that can threaten him.

The divine will is pulled into a nightmare, and it will not be damaged by any damage. Only when emotions fluctuate in the dream or even be tortured by others will it be weakened.

He didn't believe that the short-lived species that could build dreams would not know, but what made him strange was that it seemed that there was really nothing.

Even after a long time, I didn't wait for anything. Instead, it was exposed to the scorching sun.

He felt a little thirst and exhaustion...

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Chapter completed!