"Something is coming..."
"What's coming?" Lin Yi felt a tightness in his chest.
"Things that fell into the crevices between layers..." Mao Feiyang didn't hide it, but his words were unclear, "Things under the grey mist, things in dreams, and some obscure stuff..."
"They might attack me, or they might attack you... Either way, once entangled, it'll be very troublesome..."
"They'll attack me too?" Lin Yi was somewhat surprised.
Mao Feiyang replied, "'Dream boundaries' aren't invincible... What you think of as 'dreams,' to creatures in other dimensions, might just be a 'state of existence.'"
"If you die in the dream, you'll really die in reality."
"Let's go! We really need to go!"
Mao Feiyang dragged his heavy steps forward slowly, as if trudging through a swamp.
The mist surged, and a decaying odor pervaded the entire world.
The chanting sounds were ceaseless, mixed in with the wind, continuously assaulting his mind.
