The Impending Death Date

Under the bed, a pair of eyes shimmering with red light flashed and disappeared from Fang Yuan and Ji Yueyi's sight.

"It seems that all the peculiarities in your dream will appear in reality," Fang Yuan said thoughtfully, glancing at Ji Yueyi.

"However, it seems that because the things you dreamt of have no power, they also lack any power in reality..." Fang Yuan waved his hand, and Ji Yueyi's large bed was lifted by an invisible force.

Under the bed, a strange figure covered in charred blackness was crouching on the ground, staring at Fang Yuan and Ji Yueyi with eerie red eyes.

Sizzle.

The sound of electricity crackling filled the air. Arcs of electricity coiled around Fang Yuan's index finger, emitting a pure light.

The next moment, Fang Yuan snapped his fingers, and the arcs of electricity flew out, landing on the charred figure. With a crackling sound, the figure dissipated into nothingness on the spot.