The Witch spoke of accumulation, which Fu Qian knew was not just a side effect of his crossing into here, but the ever-increasing Nightmare Corridor index.
For the two of them, that was already an old topic.
And the previous successful experience combined with the current status as a Superior Being clearly made her not very worried about it.
The accumulation cos from this nightmare, and the limited ti also refers to it.
"What will be the result when the ti cos?"
Already truly paving the way ahead, in the next mont Fu Qian casually confird.
"Blood loss."
And the Pontiff, who was sitting behind, indeed had a clear mind, uttering a specific yet bizarre word without hesitation.
"And not just literal blood, even if you are a stone man, so of your essential components will spray out, leading to irreversible changes in the body."
An interesting transformation.
"But will there be no impact until it accumulates to that mont?"
Fu Qian imagined such a scene, casually confirming.
"As it seems currently, yes, you can regard it as falling into the depths of a nightmare, it’s the essential attribute of this place, and the rate of falling varies among different people."
The Witch confird his guess.
"Reasonable, but it’s a pity that Lady Xia couldn’t admire my Dark Moon’s Radiance longer."
Fu Qian sighed for a mont.
"She indeed can’t hold on for long, so it’s better to send her back first; now the problem is this place can’t hold on for long either."
During their small talk, the two had already arrived at the passage they had seen earlier, with the Witch speaking while casually observing.
"All who trespass will be affected, but since the target is us, the burden on it is too much."
...
The reason for saying ti is short is not out of fear of blood loss, but concern that the nightmare providing them conditions under pressure might collapse first.
So before that, cherish the ti, and explore more.
Though the Witch’s tone was gentle, the content upon reflection was extrely domineering.
But for Fu Qian, such a developnt was nothing out of the ordinary.
The Power of Rules is indeed useful, but setting rules is no simple task.
"Don’t worry, with , the First Apostle here, it’s not so easy for it to collapse."
The interior of the passage was fairly smooth, though the route appeared a bit twisted, and it was also filled with stone tablets of various sizes.
Speaking of size, it was generally spacious, but if it were Lady Xia’s colleague from before, they might have to adjust their posture upon entry.
While paving the way, Fu Qian also let out a cold smile, never willing to disgrace the Montum of the Dark Night Sect.
"What do you think they originally were?"
Not just speaking, with an arrogant expression, Fu Qian helped the Witch past a pile of stone tablets.
"Currently uncertain, I lean towards them not being intruders’ victims but originally part of the nightmare, like the one carrying the stone tablets, there are quite a few active things here.
"That’s why I’m curious about what they originally desired."
And the Witch did cooperate so well, placing her hand on it, observing the patterns on the stone tablet as she passed by.
"Reasonable, with Xia descending on another one, and thus integrating so well with the nightmare, this to so extent can prove it."
Fu Qian clearly agreed with this guess and the saying that there are many active things here—
Walking through this twisted corridor, nearly at the instant of taking the first turn, he casually swatted away a bunch of sand.
Indeed, it was the kind of stealth attack looked down upon by worldly society, and even red sand, adding a certain visual impact.
However, Fu Qian didn’t take it too seriously, reasoning that the sneak attack appeared unintentional.
It was a massive cylindrical body, seemingly startled by their footsteps, suddenly turning toward them.
And the red sand ca directly from it.
Spread evenly, like transparent worms rolling over the beach, the body outline even needed these adhered things to accentuate.
Though crude, Fu Qian could still judge that a large head had been aid this way, even slowly opening like petals.
Poof—
This ti, the subjective intention was heavy.
Condensing for just a mont, the fully blooming head lunged forward, directly engulfing Fu Qian’s upper body.
...
A wondrous visual experience.
Such a result, of course, was due to Fu Qian’s staying still in cooperation.
And the feedback he received was the ability to observe from the inside out.
Still ghostly with no form, not even a physical touch.
Only through the outer layer of red sand could it be known that the other was still fiercely biting.
But that didn’t an influence was absent; in Fu Qian’s judgnt, if Lady Xia faced this head-on, the likelihood of ’blood loss’ erupting was high.
Moreover, this was when the benefits of the Ghost beca evident.
It certainly couldn’t truly bite you apart, and it seed you couldn’t easily interrupt it either, as besides the sand, nothing could be touched—Fu Qian didn’t intend to touch it anyway.
In the next mont, beams of golden light burst forth spectacularly, filling the void in the blink of an eye.
And the golden source was obviously from his body.
Densely, the surface of all the swallowed parts of the body sprouted these ornate yet nacing beasts.
And not just a visual effect, though the ’Ghost Worm’ itself remained unseen, the red sand on the body surface reacted instantly.
Trembling, twisting, intertwining... amidst various struggles challenging imagination, one could truly feel the body suffering devastation.
Not rely cutting but completely annihilating the essence.
After this scene lasted several seconds, the struggle ceased completely.
Red sand seed to lose support, falling helplessly, yet not a speck touched the Witch.
"A very special fire, is this the power of the Abandonnt King?"
Having not stepped forward throughout, allowing Fu Qian to perform, the Witch finally spoke at this mont.
It wasn’t a waste of ti; the Knight had stated at the start that he’d showcase himself during exploration.
And after two consecutive attacks, she was clearly intrigued by this manner of damage.
"Yes, it represents the annihilation of will and self. The forr Abandonnt King once used it to eradicate the self of believers, leaving only devotion and fear for Him."
Fu Qian, palm facing up, made the sa gesture as the Witch did earlier.
This ti, however, not to receive sothing, but as tens or hundreds of golden arc spikes converged into a solidified fla.
Even in the next mont, as the spikes stretched and changed, the flas truly ’burned.’
"After achieving a state more tyrannical than a Tyrant, I completed this power, though now its appearance has beco sowhat robust."
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