The gaze transcended both reality and dreams, the black mist couldn't block it at all.
Gao Ming didn't know how to describe the other party, just a gaze, just being looked at, seemed to envelop him in endless disasters, his own eyes compared to the other's were like that of a newborn kitten seeing the starry skies for the first time.
After obtaining Flesh Immortal, Gao Ming had grown stronger, gradually approaching the Dream Ghost. He had thought he could smoothly survive the calamity, but under the other's gaze, he felt like a leaf in a torrent, utterly swept away. Let alone controlling his own destiny, he could be shattered to pieces, body and soul extinguished, at any moment.
"Hanhai is a dream, perhaps they are the ones who weave it."
In Gao Ming's memory, even Yan Xizhi, who had become a Dream Ghost, was far inferior to the other one, that gaze in Black Mist Blood City seemed to represent something unspeakable.
