Chen Feng had a dream.
In the dream, the order he had painstakingly created had turned into a sea of blood. Countless people lay in the blood, wailing bitterly, and those followers who had always been by his side had also lost their lives, their bodies devoid of warmth.
Not only were Xu Hongzhuang and Lu Wei affected, but even the Inferior Demon, Dark Elf, and the Undead Mage had fallen tragically nearby. These few Golden Tier strongholds were now like ants, dead beyond resurrection.
In this sea of blood, a silhouette stood tall. In the dream, Chen Feng's body trembled slightly as he walked forward, and as he approached the figure.
The strange figure suddenly lifted its head abruptly.
"Hiss..."
This person was actually Chen Feng himself.
At this moment, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of the other's mouth, as if he had done something that excited him, his entire face turning ferocious.
"Master..."
"Master wake up..."
