Yan Ling initially caused the disciples of the Sword Reverence Manor to fall into a profound slumber. Yet, persistently provoked, she couldn't refrain from being merciless towards them.
"Didn't you want to study the power of nightmares? Experience it yourself then!"
Yan Ling's eyes were cold. In the next second, a few figures flew up from the ground and headed straight for the old man.
These figures were the Sword Reverence Manor disciples who had fallen into a nightmare.
Their eyes were shrouded in black fog as they walked towards the old man like puppets.
"Flame Sparks!"
Looking at the Sword Reverence Manor disciples who did not recognize anyone at all, the old man's expression was serious as he slashed with the longsword in his hand.
Sparks descended upon a few of them. In a flash, they were pushed back by the sparks, though no harm befell their lives.
"Sword of Forging Flames, Heavenly Punishment!"
