Tap tap tap tap tap...
A series of crawling sounds echoed in the room. Yan Junze quickly swung his cellphone flashlight around, chasing the source of the noises, but he could no longer see the owner of the pant leg he had just glimpsed.
Now he understood why Zhang Xiaomo and the others hadn't just knocked Zhao Qi out—because his dream manifestations were equally terrifying.
Moreover, it could be said that the imaginations that came to him while he was conscious were even harder to control than those that manifested without his awareness.
Zhang Xiaomo and her people were experienced in handling strangenesses, and although they had encountered a Spirit for the first time, they might have learned these essential facts during their training.
Still, Yan Junze had never expected that Zhao Qi, who had just fainted, would immediately manifest a dream into reality so swiftly—it was utterly inconceivable.
