I quietly watched the woman before me—Mona Ouyang, her face wickedly alluring. The power she wielded now was completely different from the Dreamforce she used before; it felt like the Forsaken. But isn’t it impossible for the Forsaken to leave the world of light?
"Damn it, you bastard..."
Warren Qi cursed and climbed up from the ground, clutching his chest. His wounds had almost healed, but his condition was still poor. At this moment, Mona Ouyang radiated a chilling murderous intent, completely different from before.
"Heh, Warren Qi, you think you’ve already won. That’s why you’re lying on the ground, waiting for me to finish you off and end this fight."
With a whoosh, Mona Ouyang flashed in front of Warren Qi, pressing down with one hand. Just as Warren Qi tried to retreat, he seemed to hit an invisible wall. He stretched out his hands and suddenly screamed, as if struck by electricity—his whole body crackled and smoked, blue smoke rising.
"You bastard..."
Warren Qi’s body began to wither, his skin shriveling and cracking, exposing blackened bone. He struggled desperately to break free from Mona Ouyang’s grip, but her hold was unyielding.
Mona Ouyang sneered wickedly.
"You can’t escape. If you don’t want to die, just surrender. How about it?"
"Surrender? Dream on."
Warren Qi roared, struggling with all his might. His shriveled skin regained its moisture, wounds gradually healed, and his power grew stronger, rumbling loudly. The shattered stones around him were crushed to dust, and the space where they stood began to distort violently. Mona Ouyang’s smile faded, her expression turning grim.
"So you still had a trick up your sleeve."
With a creaking sound, Mona Ouyang’s body was twisted by the enormous force, her form contorting at different angles.
"If you want to kill me, this little bit of power isn’t enough. Your power is withering, right? Heh, you can make whatever you touch wither—an unusual ability. Too bad it’s useless against me."
With a boom, Warren Qi broke free from Mona Ouyang’s grip. In an instant, his body swelled, and his fists smashed toward Mona Ouyang.
With two loud bangs, Mona Ouyang was sent flying. A massive swirling air current instantly spread in all directions. Warren Qi hunched his body, and with a boom, shot out like a cannonball.
A rumble echoed—the ground was instantly left with a huge dent, and the black stones in Warren Qi’s path were crushed to pieces.
With a bang, Mona Ouyang crossed her arms to shield herself, taking a punch. She tried to escape, but at that moment Warren Qi spread his arms wide. I saw two twisted streams of air, gradually turning black. With a boom, as Warren Qi brought his hands together, the two streams pressed down on Mona Ouyang.
"My power is distortion."
I stared in shock as Mona Ouyang’s body was twisted bit by bit into a pulp, blood splattering. Warren Qi withdrew his hands.
"I see your Ghost Soul—die! Ninefold Extremity!"
It was my first time witnessing Warren Qi unleash Ninefold Extremity with both fists. With a crack, the bones at his elbow pierced through his skin, and the immense force tore his flesh apart, blood gushing out in streams.
With a boom, the immobilized Mona Ouyang was struck head-on. Two violent explosions erupted instantly, and the fierce wind pressure reached me—I couldn’t keep my footing and was blown away. The other Ghost Sovereigns raised their hands, releasing Ghost Aura to resist the sudden surge of power.
After the explosions subsided, Warren Qi gasped for breath, his heartbeat calming. He raised his head, sneering coldly.
"Still alive—this feeling of exhilaration. I’m still alive! Hahaha..."
It was like a victor’s proclamation. Mona Ouyang lay motionless on the ground, her eyes wide open, the Ghost Aura around her nearly depleted.
"I didn’t expect you to be this strong. Heh, Warren Qi, you’re pretty impressive."
Mona Ouyang laughed heartily, climbed to her feet, and stood upright. The Ghost Aura surrounding her was almost gone.
"Save it, Mona Ouyang. You lost. Your real body still hasn’t been found, so you can’t fully unleash your power. Just protecting this host body as a medium has already pushed you to your limit. You..."
"Dream Unbinding..."
Suddenly, Mona Ouyang’s strange, mocking voice returned. Instantly, all her wounds vanished, her demeanor refreshed.
"What’s going on?"
"I really should thank you—my faith bought me a little more time. Didn’t you already understand? The battle we just fought happened only in a dream."
Warren Qi stared wide-eyed at Mona Ouyang.
"Impossible. Why did you...?"
I stared wide-eyed—Mona Ouyang’s Ghost Aura had recovered, looking just like before, as if the fierce battle had never happened. She seemed freshly entered into the fight.
"Alright, Warren Qi, let’s continue. We can keep fighting until you’re satisfied."
Warren Qi glared furiously, and across from him, Xu Fu’s face looked grim.
"But if you fight me again in this state, you’ll be the one who dies."
Everything that happened before was erased—such a thing is actually possible. I found it incredible: the battle just now was merely a dream woven by Mona Ouyang.
"Dead Demoness, finally willing to show your true power."
Yin Choujian let out a sigh of relief and smiled.
"In that Dead Demoness’s state, it shouldn’t be possible to unleash such power. What’s going on?"
Redhair muttered, while Basil Bertram smiled and approached.
"Indeed, the host body is far too weak. Part of her power must protect that girl, Vivian Ouyang, and she still has to fight. Last time I saw this power was in Abyssal Hell. But her Dream Kingdom has changed—before, she resisted it, now she obeys and supports it. That’s all thanks to you, Brother Qingyuan."
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I stared at Basil Bertram in surprise as he continued explaining.
"A long time ago, I fought Mona Ouyang. His Nightmare Power resisted him, and he seemed to enslave it, not recognize it—a master-servant relationship. But now, it’s different. The Dreamforce flows smoothly. My power is different from yours, so I can sense these things. It’s an astonishing change, especially when he activated four hells at once. In reality, do you think that’s possible? With his control, if he’s not careful, even his Ghost Soul could be damaged."
"So, Xu Fu, if you surrender now, Warren Qi can survive. If you don’t, there’s nothing I can do."
Yin Choujian called out, but Xu Fu said nothing, coldly staring at Warren Qi, who was in poor condition.
At this moment, Mona Ouyang sneered, holding a purple sphere and releasing it. The sphere slowly landed on the ground.
"Let me show you the place where I once stayed..."
With a crack, the purple sphere hit the ground and split, and Mona Ouyang’s Ghost Aura suddenly surged.
"Good, that’s better. Use your strongest power—show me, Mona Ouyang."
As Warren Qi spoke, his heart thumped violently again, and blocks of black muscle slowly bulged from his body.
"Beneath the Eighteenth Layer of Hell, the name is... Abyssal Hell..."
In an instant, the atmosphere shifted. With a bang, the purple sphere exploded, sizzling. I saw a flash of fiery red, and a wave of scorching heat almost knocked me out. The ground turned crimson, hot currents rising everywhere.
"Step back."
Mona Ouyang turned and shouted at us. We all floated backward, retreating from the burning crimson ground as Mona Ouyang slowly descended.
"So this is Abyssal Hell? Hahaha, is this all?"
Warren Qi asked, his shoes already dissolved, revealing pitch-black feet, sizzling. He grinned, about to leap, but his eyes suddenly widened.
"What’s wrong? Try throwing a punch with that power you pride yourselves on."
Warren Qi seemed uncomfortable all over. He took a step, then stopped immediately.
"So heavy. What is this...?"
"Let me tell you something. In Abyssal Hell, nothing with a soul can escape. All spirits are forever trapped here, unable to reincarnate."
Warren Qi started running, his speed now normal. He raised his fist in anger and struck at Mona Ouyang, but before his fist touched her, he collapsed, sizzling as the ground instantly scorched his skin. He grinned painfully.
"We surrender."
Xu Fu shouted loudly. Warren Qi glared, roaring in anger.
"Afu, I haven’t lost yet! I can keep fighting—why, why...?"
"Nightmare Ghost Sovereign, could you please withdraw Abyssal Hell?"
Xu Fu slowly floated over, but as soon as he entered the range of Abyssal Hell, he landed on the ground, his clothes instantly turning charred black.
"Hahaha..."
Mona Ouyang raised a hand, and the fiery crimson ground vanished instantly.
Warren Qi stood up, roaring in anger at Xu Fu.
"Afu, why?"
With a bang, Warren Qi was already in front of Xu Fu.
With a slap, Xu Fu struck Warren Qi across the face.
"Get a grip. They’re watching. Sorry."
Xu Fu pressed a hand to Warren Qi’s shoulder, his head lowered, mood very grim.
"John Chou, can we start the second round in half an hour?"
John Chou nodded.
Mona Ouyang floated over to us, laughing heartily.
"So, I won the first round. Hmph."