Lin Feng's lips curled into a mocking smile as he continued, "You dare claim invincibility among your peers? That's bullshit!"
Lin Feng uttered insulting words, striking at the opponent's heart.
He aimed to destroy the opponent's will, thereby defeating them completely.
Because the injuries the opponent sustained were all illusions, just a dream; in reality, the opponent wasn't harmed at all!
The dream conjured by the Dream Demon Battle Soul was entirely fabricated, all created by Lin Feng.
Thus, everything in the dream was completely nonexistent.
However, the Witch King was unaware, and even if he knew, he couldn't break free. He only felt his blood drain away, his body utterly powerless, weak to the extreme.
"You... you're just using despicable means, if you have the guts, let me out, let us fight fairly!" the Witch King weakly uttered.
"Fairness?"
Lin Feng snorted dismissively and said, "There is no absolute fairness, the outcome represents everything."
Crack!
