Under Ron's control, the mist began to violently collapse inward.
The compressed air emitted a piercing screech, and the energy density reached its critical point within a short time.
Then—
"Boom!"
A earth-shattering explosion blossomed in the center of the arena.
This was a "self-explosion" targeting the spirit and consciousness.
Countless fragments of dreams, like invisible blades, frantically sliced through Fenrir's perception system.
Each fragment carried Leila's resentment and pain from before her death, burrowing into the depths of the enemy's mind like a curse.
Fenrir let out a howl, rushing out from the center of the mist.
A faint layer of multicolored halo had already entwined his body, flowing over his skin like an aurora.
This was the continuous erosion effect of Leila's dream traits, twisting Fenrir's perception ability like a bone-devouring maggot.
His vision began to blur, hearing became unclear, and even his judgment of distance and direction was distorted.
