But no matter what, Pei Ye stared at the advancing Yu Sicheng, his eyes already elongated into golden vertical pupils.
"What kind of nightmares do you keep having?" Pei Ye asked softly.
Yu Sicheng's movements stiffened for a moment. At this distance, Pei Ye could clearly see his powerful, hideous, and ugly skeleton. On his left side, only half of Yu Ziliang's body remained, with scales and flesh wriggling together at the junctures. He seemed to still have some hazy consciousness, but when Pei Ye issued the Little Decree, his eyes suddenly widened, even more so than Yu Sicheng, and he froze in mid-air.
In the next instant, Yu Sicheng's iron spear smashed downward, but at the same time, the roar of the Chi dragon broke through the bubble from his side. The black jade scales were polished even brighter by the high temperature, and its large mouth, enough to swallow a person whole, opened up to bite down on half of Yu Sicheng's body against the mercury vapor.
