Within the dark room. This time, the dream realm appeared much different from the last encounters. Before, there was only a single post. Now, there were around seven and eight posts made of bone.
Wu Ma, Wu You Lan, and the rest of the Sorcerer Tribe geniuses were bound to these posts.
"Welcome everyone!" Su Mo stood in front of his prisoners wearing a cold face.
"Where is this place?"
"What is going on?"
"Why are we here?"
Once they realized their situation, the geniuses all turned pale with fear and shouted out continuously.
"A dream realm? How can we be in a dream realm?" Wu Ma asked, immediately confused by their predicament. He had entered Wu Mo's dream realm before and could recognise it at first glance.