In the basement, Zhou Fan and Song Yinan were utterly exhausted. After holding each other and talking for a while, they drifted into a deep sleep.
In a dream, Zhou Fan found himself standing on an ancient battlefield, wielding the Slaying Sword and slaughtering all in his path. He dominated the field, and countless experts fell to his blade. Each of them possessed world-shaking power; it would be no exaggeration to say they could move mountains and fill seas with a mere wave of their hand.
But suddenly, countless tall, powerfully built, and not-quite-human beings appeared from all directions. These strange creatures were incredibly strong. Every move and technique seemed to influence, and even command, the very world around them, placing him under immense pressure.
