If someone jumped in the dream, their real body would likely corrode and melt away in their sleep!
He controlled the clawed minion and switched his perspective.
Soon, he saw Zhang Daoxuan.
The great weight in Lin Ye's heart finally lifted.
Zhang Daoxuan's brow was tightly furrowed, his forehead covered in cold sweat. He was clearly under immense spiritual pressure.
But his neck was pristine, without a single wound.
He was still alive.
'Why do wounds from fighting each other carry over into reality, but the fatal wound Zhang Daoxuan inflicted on himself doesn't?'
Lin Ye's mind raced, and he soon grasped the key.
It was "belief"!
The Xinhuo member with the injured arm had believed he was in reality from start to finish. He believed the fight was real, and he believed he had been hurt.
And so, he really was hurt.
'This must be the Black Nightmare Race's ability—to transform illusory perceptions into real harm.'
