Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm

Wen Zehan pondered carefully, and his intuition was that Mr. Ghost likely intended to exploit the "Five Colored Flame Race" in his scheme.

Ordinary people only knew Mr. Ghost as an extraordinary powerful figure, but Wen Zehan knew the big shot was as sly as a ghost, and this was definitely something the other party would do.

This newcomer from the Qingyang Demon Race might just step right into the trap laid by the big shot.

Wen Zehan started to remotely monitor the situation in Fire Phoenix City once more, as the scene changed.

In the hollow of the eye that Vivian had just burst, a big lump of flesh quickly grew.

"Puff!"

With a gentle sound, the surface of the flesh ball burst open.

A brand-new vertical-pupil eyeball thus emerged.

The gray shadow seemed to notice this scene and introduced itself, "I am Armor Scale, from the Red Flame Race."

With these words, a faint ripple of pale flame emanated from the gray shadow.

This was obviously a method of proving identity.

Armor Scale then immediately asked, "The secret technique you just used should be the 'Blood Burning Erosion Curse,' right?

"Sacrificing an eyeball, burning one's own essence blood, this strike can actually injure the soul.

"After siphoning the essence blood of the prey, you can also reverse activate the Blood Burning Erosion Curse, allowing the eyeball to rapidly regrow.

"Most high rank warriors of the clan probably couldn't surpass you in cultivating this secret skill."

It paused and then asked, "The Blood Flame Race is the best at this kind of secret technique, you should be a descendant of the Blood Flame Race, right?"

Vivian remained silent.

Wen Zehan murmured the words "Blood Burning Erosion Curse," deeply moved in his heart, "The big shot really knows so many bizarre secret techniques."

In this period, he had personally witnessed no fewer than fifty types of secret techniques.

For an ordinary Superpower User, this was simply an unimaginable number.

Wen Zehan gave Armor Scale a careful glance and suddenly had a premonition—this guy was about to make a move!

He instantly understood Armor Scale's intention: "On the surface, it's engaging in conversation, but in reality, it intends to lull the opponent—these demons are truly treacherous!"

Wen Zehan's suspicion was quickly confirmed.

A thrilling battle of dragons and tigers ensued.

The gray shadow suddenly vanished, and another gray shadow appeared out of nowhere beside the suite's window, with a tail rapidly whipping around.

"Woo~"

A sharp piercing sound rang out.

The window glass instantly had three straight, slender cracks.

Furniture inside the room, including the bed, TV, wall paintings, and floor lamp, also showed cracks.

This was a rather formidable "cutting" attack.

Faced with this attack, an ordinary warrior's body would be immediately sliced into four pieces, dead beyond revival.

But Vivian was completely unharmed.

Three fine lines appeared on its body surface, which then blurred and turned into black mist, disappearing entirely.

This was an illusion.

The first round was over.

From the scene, it appeared that neither side gained an advantage; it was a draw.

Wen Zehan, however, felt that the big shot should get an extra point.

The big shot remotely controlled Vivian from such a distance, and even though Vivian's strength was considerably lesser than Armor Scale's, it managed to anticipate the opponent's move and avoid the attack, demonstrating just how astute the big shot's insight was.

Armor Scale stopped outside the window, its tone full of surprise: "You actually mastered the 'Illusion Demon False Body'?"

It suddenly grew furious, like someone with a split personality: "The Canglan Civilization is our turf; no matter where you disgusting bug flee, I will hunt you down and sacrifice you in blood."

Wen Zehan listened with some contemplation: "It seems the Five Major Clans not only don't dominate each other, but also have rather intense internal conflicts; mutual slaughter is quite common."

Armor Scale waved its right hand, a wave of Cyan Flame sprinkled out, amidst which fleeting, broken images appeared.

Its tone carried a hint of astonishment: "The Parasitic Nether Curse? You even mastered this secret technique?"

Armor Scale couldn't help but ask again: "The Parasitic Nether Curse is a signature secret skill of the Nether Flame Clan. Are you a descendant of the Nether Flame Clan or the Blood Flame Race?"

Wen Zehan grew more and more curious and immediately performed a scan.

The power of the Star Formation instantly provided feedback.

The scene switched to the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, displaying an extremely horrifying spectacle.

The lobby manager was kneeling on the ground, his head tilted high, his face full of pain.

Strange black and gray flames, like Spirit Snakes, traversed his body surface, instantly forming a bizarre pattern.

The lobby manager's body swelled rapidly like a balloon, and in a blink of an eye, he turned into a meatball with a three-meter diameter.

"Boom!"

His entire body exploded into a large cloud of blood mist.

The ground within a radius of dozens of meters was covered with bright red bloodstains, with tiny fragments of flesh scattered throughout.

The people in the lobby were nearly driven insane by fear, screams erupting one after another.

A moment passed.

Vivian's figure suddenly emerged from the blood mist.

Having obtained the Supernatural Mark from Yang Fan, it used the power of the mark to mercilessly kill the lobby manager.

From this kind of brutal method, it was evident that Vivian's soul had become thoroughly twisted after turning into a monster.

Wen Zehan felt a bit nauseated again.

Damn!

How does Mr. Ghost master so many terrifying secret techniques?

At this moment, he truly felt—the big shot couldn't possibly be a powerful figure from the Qingyang Demon Race lurking on Canglan Star, could he?

But that was just an illusion.

Because apart from the indigenous Canglan People, people from any Civilization World or Primordial Monsters couldn't possibly comprehend the Primordial Star Formation of this civilization.

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Eastern City.

Yang Fan also heard Armor Scale's words.

He sensed the other's astonishment and suddenly realized that he might have misunderstood something.