"When did you start having the illusion that you could capture me in the dream?"
"?!!!"
Unfortunately, touching the dream is a clash of wills, and touching her with a "hand" couldn't trigger the [Lord of Demons], otherwise, the battle would have ended by now.
Leon glanced at the Pure White Holy Mother, whose eyes were full of shock, feeling it was about time, he withdrew his knife, switched to a brand new dreamscape, wiped his body with his raised hand, and changed his clothes into a black robe with red clouds, his eyes gradually seeping crimson blood color.
"Do not underestimate these dreams just because they are fake. Until you successfully break free from them, these dreams are real to you, and everything in these dreams, whether space, time, or mass, will be under my control."
