The fog dissipated, the vast expanse of white gradually vanished, replaced by strands of red light.
This red light was ominous, oppressive.
Tulip faintly heard something wailing and roaring.
"Dong~ Dong~~"
The bell of the Ancient City tolled, its deep and mournful metal sound echoed in everyone's ears, whether in reality or in the Dreamscape.
"What an inauspicious moonlight."
All the dreamscapes were merging, and there was a woman dressed in a flower-adorned gown holding the Rainbow Crystal Sword; behind her were the panting Elsa, Diana, and others.
"It's the signal to retreat."
"Can we still fight?"
"This guy is too tough."
"I'll stay behind; you go over there."
Elsa spread her hands, and pieces of Crystal Replication floated above her palm, as she stood between Xia Yan and the People of Yatun.
It was hard to imagine that just a moment ago, over 200 People of Yatun were merely engaging with this woman in combat.
