In her eyes, clothes were nothing more than an extension of one's soul. They couldn't hide the glowing green pattern at all.
She could clearly feel the green pattern slowly growing as the nightmare aura spread across the Nightmare Watcher's back.
Every Nightmare Realm creature knew that the pattern meant someone was being marked.
However, the meaning of the lines themselves was not something she could understand at her level. She couldn't even see who this rune corresponded to.
She was probably the most powerful being in Witch's Town. However, in the entire Nightmare Realm's system, she was at the bottom of the hierarchy. That was all she could sense.
She didn't even know that at the center of the green pattern, there was a pure soul power flowing through it.
Also, the soul energy didn't belong to Angor. It came from one of his wounds.
The soul energy was connected to Angor on one hand, while on the other hand, it was connected to an unknown place.
It was like a bright spatial waymark, which not only gave Angor some benefits, but also exposed his location to the eyes of certain beings.
For example, right now.
In the center of the Nightmare Realm, inside the endless darkness of chaos. There was a spot of light that was slowly taking shape.
It was a place that had been sleeping for an unknown amount of time. Now, it was being awakened by the pulsing soul energy.
At this moment, colors began to appear in the originally black and white manor.
In this strange manor drifting in the Chaos, in a narrow but exquisite room, the sound of breathing suddenly escaped. And the sound was getting louder.
Angor looked closer and saw that it came from the bed.
To be exact, it came from the blue ice coffin on the bed.
Creak —
The ice coffin was slowly pushed open. Along with a strong aroma, a fair and slender hand reached out from the coffin.
…
Using the sequence of gravity, Angor dashed out of the strange wooden house like a gust of wind.
He ran for a long time in the mist. Based on his current speed and time, he had run for at least several hundred miles.
However, when he stopped, he saw the wooden house again.
He still didn't run out of the wooden house.
However, what puzzled him was that the terrifying old witch did not chase after him from the wooden house.
Why didn't they chase after him?
As he pondered, he felt his back aching again. He had been slammed to the ground several times by the hurricane, and the pain did not go away even after half a night.
He rubbed his aching back and looked at the quiet wooden house behind him. He felt uneasy and lost about his future.
Now, if he continued to run into the fog, would he really be able to escape? He estimated that it was impossible.
But if he didn't run, would he have any chance of winning against that old witch? The answer was still no.
Under such circumstances, what else could he do to leave?
The only thing he could hope for now was that Sunders noticed the anomaly and came as soon as possible. The only thing he could do now was to stay as far away as possible and wait for Sunders' arrival.
As for the possibility that Sunders did not notice anything wrong and did not come here in time, Angor did not even consider it. If even this last hope failed, there would be no hope left.
He stepped into the mist again.
This time, he did not use the sequence of gravity. Instead, he walked slowly, hoping to buy himself some time.
However, not long after he stepped into the mist, the mist around Witch's Town began to swirl violently.
Before he could figure out what was going on, he heard a hoarse voice behind him. "So what if I'm marked? No one can stop me as long as I can get out of here first."
Following the voice, a violent gust of wind began to kick up.
Before Angor could react, the hunchbacked old witch suddenly appeared in front of him.
All the thick fog was blown towards the witch's body in the fierce wind.
"You can't run."
The powerful aura around Angor began to shrink bit by bit.
Angor could not move at all. As soon as she finished speaking, he was lifted into the air by an invisible force. He tried to use the sequence of gravity to break free, but there was nothing he could do against such a powerful being.
He could only watch helplessly as he was slowly dragged in front of her.
The old witch revealed a cruel smile.
Under Angor's horrified gaze, she reached out a hand that looked like a chicken's claw and pointed at Angor's forehead with her black, curved nails.
In an instant, a tremendous amount of energy began to pour into Angor's body from his forehead.
It was a wizard-level spirit trying to force its own will into Angor's soul.
He could feel the energy inside his body trying to resist the invasion, but he could not do anything about it. He could only watch as the willful energy invaded his soul.
As Angor's consciousness slowly faded away, he heard a strange chuckle coming from behind the old witch.
The witch's hand froze.
It turned its head with a frightened expression, only to see that a figure in gorgeous clothes had suddenly appeared behind it at some point in time. The figure's long blond hair danced in the wind, covering most of his face. Angor could only see a pair of glowing red eyes.
"M-M-Your Majesty!" When the old witch saw who it was, she was so frightened that she immediately put away her tattered cloak. Like a deflated balloon, she spun around and flew towards the lonely wooden house in the distance. She plunged into the painting and disappeared.
As the old witch ran away, Angor fell from the sky and landed on the ground with his upper body on the ground.
Two types of energy were clashing inside Angor's soul. The witch's energy seemed to be trying to destroy the core of his soul.
The difference between their energy levels was an insurmountable obstacle. Even if it was only a tiny bit of the witch's energy, it was like a stubborn disease that Angor could not get rid of. It was still trying to invade his soul.
Under such circumstances, his consciousness began to blur.
Just as he was about to lose consciousness, he smelled a familiar aroma. Was it the aroma of law purification?
In this aroma, the foreign energy inside his body began to lose its vitality. Accompanied by a shrill scream, the foreign energy was slowly expelled from his body as if it had lost its consciousness.
It didn't take long. Angor let out a long sigh of relief when the foreign energy was gone.
But at the same time, he used up a lot of his soul energy to expel the foreign energy, which caused him to lose consciousness again.
Before he lost consciousness, he felt a cold hand grabbing his arm.
…
On the other side of Witch's Town.
When the fog began to swirl and a strong wind began to blow, Sunders walked out of a small chapel with a puzzled look on his face.
The thick mist was shrinking bit by bit. It was the first time Angor had seen something like this since he entered the Nightmare Realm.
Could it be that something had happened?
As the fog faded, Sunders' energy senses became stronger. Suddenly, he sensed a powerful aura coming from afar.
Sunders looked up. "Wait, is this … the aura of a wizard?"
No, wait. A truth-finder wizard at least?!
Why is there a truth-finder wizard here?
Accompanying this powerful aura was the aura of a law that was as weak as a stream of breath … If it was anyone else, they might not be able to recognize it. Sunders' Sorcerer's Garden had the same law as the one he sensed, so Sunders quickly realized that it was the sequence of gravity.
Sunders frowned when he sensed the sequence of gravity. Something bad must have happened to Angor!
Without hesitation, Sunders rushed toward the center of the energy swirl. Without the fog, Witch's Town slowly became clearer. Sunders could now see many things he couldn't before.
For example, he saw a small wooden hut that he had never seen before. It was filled with the aura of a truth-finder wizard.
And he sensed Angor's location from behind the hut.
Sunders felt a little ridiculous when he saw Angor's location.
He and Flora had already cleaned up the area. Why was there an unexpected wooden hut here? Even more ridiculous was the fact that Angor was near the wooden hut.
It seemed that every time Angor entered the Nightmare Realm, something bad would happen. Last time, Angor fell into the sewers of Nether City and ran into the terrifying Glutton Flowers and Sunders in his youth. This time, Angor ran into a wooden hut that they had never seen before. And there was still the aura of a powerful truth-finder wizard inside?!
Was Angor's luck bad? Or was it the effect of Nightmare Form?
Sunders had no idea. He could only try his best to get to the center of the energy swirl. He could clearly sense the strong malice in the energy swirl. It was even stronger than the malice of some chaotic or destructive wizards.
He wondered what kind of trouble Angor got himself into.
But when he reached the wooden hut, he saw a "tattered cloak" rushing into the hut.
The strong malice he felt came from the cloak.
As soon as the cloak entered the hut, all the malice in the area disappeared.
Sunders quickly moved to the back of the wooden house without worrying about the cloak.
When Sunders arrived, his pupils shrank. What's that …
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