Undead Army
Eight Head and the others felt the tremors. White smoke spread out, enveloping tens of thousands of undead in an instant, greatly reducing the pressure on them.
"W-What is that?!" Sixth Head muttered, staring at the thick wall of white smoke.
"This...?!" Fourth Head widened his eyes.
"If I'm not wrong, this is the boundary of dreams..." Third Head said in shock.
"Are you telling me that Seventh Head brought a dream to reality?!"
"I can't think of anything else."
Everyone was shocked by the fact that the Seventh Head had the power of dreams. Even among the high-level experts from the Holy Lands, only a few people possess the power of dreams.
The white smoke covered most of the undead, leaving only a few thousand for them to deal with. Even so, among these few thousand undead, there were hundreds of Second and Third Shackles. There were also dozens of Fourth Shackle undead.
It wouldn't be easy for them.
In the Dreamscape...