Swoosh… Enihilus easily turned around. Very soon, the muscle on his back started to frantically wriggle. In the wake of his crazed laughter, endless black fog gushed out!

Hum… Hum… Amidst intense trembling, the fog swiftly combined and transformed. Fast as lightning it spread, swiftly occupying the entire space! It made one feel as if they’d dropped into the darkness.

Space seemed to quiver as the darkness crept forth. Ten seconds later, Xu Yangyi’s gaze faintly drew back. Across from him, Enihilus no longer held a trace of humanity. On the contrary… 

He was an enormous butterfly!

His two wings were no less than a hundred meters long, composed out black mist. Within him, red Nightmares outlined picture scrolls of hell, but in the middle of the two wings, where a butterfly’s body should’ve been, there was an old monk as thin and wizened as kindling, his entire body only half a man in size. Three arms grew out from both sides of his abdomen, six in total. He resembled an insect, calmly suspended there.

It was so silent that one could even hear the wind.

This was the final destination of the Clearcloud Realm’s Nightmares, this was the true origin of all of the Clearcloud Realm’s terrors.

Like spirits of the dead, Nightmares wound around...