The surviving Nightmare powerhouses, after regaining some composure, each wore fierce expressions, their hatred so intense they could hardly resist charging into the distant enemy ranks, tearing apart the Dream Spirit Empire soldiers, devouring them all, to wash away their anger!
As for collapse and fear?
They were among the strongest, standing at the pinnacle of Nightmare Beings. They embodied nightmares themselves. Not even forty thousand years of confinement had broken them. How could they fear now?
Escaping from the blockade, fleeing the Eternal Light World—such an idea had once been an unimaginable luxury. But now, with the hope of returning to the Land of Nightmares, they had long since disregarded death.
After all, they were a group of madmen teetering on the edge of distortion!
"Truly remarkable, the Nightmare Legion that once dominated this world," Sterl remarked, watching his increasingly formidable subordinates, his voice tinged with admiration.
