The intelligent Nightmare Hawk—it had calculated a cunning and meticulous plan clearly and thoroughly.
In order to ensure the highest chance of ultimate success, it even sealed off the periphery of the Abyss of Destruction at great cost.
As long as it created a dazzling array of dreamscapes, constructing another false scene, the beings involved in the internal battle would be temporarily deceived. The time unwittingly gained would surely tip the scales of victory further in its favor.
"Tss!!"
Suddenly, the Nightmare Hawk spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and a streak of blood surged within its murderous gaze.
Backlash? How could there be backlash? Who has broken free from the dreamscape?!
Following the guidance of spirits, the Nightmare Hawk's gaze pierced through layers of illusionary mist, rapidly locking onto a humanoid shape emitting a golden glow.
Without any hesitation, it dove down, opened its mouth, and shot out a Phantom Dream Arrow straight ahead.