Although there are clothes to cover it, in her eyes, the so-called clothes are just an extension of the soul, and they can't hide the luster of the green lines at all.

She could clearly feel that the green lines were slowly growing as the Nightmare Realm was impregnated with the breath of the Nightmare Realm, and finally covered the back of the Nightmare Watcher.

As long as it is a life in the Nightmare Realm, they know that this pattern means being marked.

And the meaning of the texture itself is not something she can know at this level. She couldn't even see who the one who corresponded to the pattern was.

Perhaps, she is the most powerful in this witch town. But in the entire system of the Nightmare Realm, she is just a creature at the bottom of the Nightmare Realm, and this is the only thing she can perceive.

She didn't even know that in the center of this green vein, there was a pure soul power, which was circulating.

Moreover, this soul power did not belong to Angel himself, but flowed out of a wound.

This powerful soul power melts into Ingres on one side, and connects an unknown place on the other.

It is like a bright space signpost, which not only gives Ingres benefits, but also exposes Ingres's position to the eyes of some beings.

For example, at this moment.

In the central area of the Nightmare Realm, in the midst of boundless darkness and chaos. There is a sparkle that is slowly taking shape.

It was an area that had been asleep for an unknown amount of time, but it was slowly awakened by the pulsing power of the soul.

The original black and white manor, at this moment, slowly began to appear color.

In this strange manor drifting in the chaos, in a small but delicate room, a breathing sound suddenly escaped. And the sound of this breath is gradually increasing.

The perspective zoomed in, but I saw that the breathing sound was coming from the bed.

Inside the blue ice coffin on the bed, to be exact.

Squeak –

The ice coffin was slowly pushed away, and with the rich aroma, a fair-skinned and slender hand stretched out from the ice coffin.

......

Using the veins of gravity, Angel rushed out of the eerie wooden house like a gust of wind.

In the fog, Ingres ran for a long time. If he simply calculated at his current speed and time, he had run at least hundreds of miles.

However, when he stopped, the wooden house appeared in front of him again.

He still didn't run out of the cabin.

But what puzzled him was that the horrible old witch did not chase him out of the cabin.

Why didn't you catch up?

When Ingres was confused, he felt pain in his back start again...... I was hurricane fan to the ground several times, and after most of the night, the pain still did not relieve.

Rubbing his stinging back, Angel looked at the quiet wooden house behind him, feeling uneasy and confused about the road ahead.

Now, if he continues to run into the fog, will he really be able to escape?

But if he doesn't run, to face the old witch, does he have a chance of winning? The answer is still no.

In such a situation, what else can he do to leave?

The only thing he could hope for now was that Sanders would find an anomaly here and come over as soon as possible. And what he can do now is to stay as far away from the cabin as possible, and wait for Sanders to arrive.

As for the possibility that Sanders didn't find anything unusual here and couldn't catch up, Ingres didn't think about it, and if even this only expectation was disappointed, then there was really no hope.

Ingres walked into the fog again.

This time, instead of using the gravitational vein, he walked slowly, hoping to drag on time.

But not long after Angel walked into the mist, the fog of the entire witch town suddenly began to swell and rotate in large quantities.

A trace of surprise flashed in Ingre's eyes, and when he was wondering what the situation was, an ugly hoarse voice suddenly came from behind him: "It's marked...... What's the matter, as long as I can leave first, no one can stop me......"

With this sound, a violent wind blows up!

Before Angel could react, the old witch with her back suddenly appeared in front of Angel.

All the fog blew into the witch's body in the wind.

"You can't run. ”

The huge breath was thick all around Ingres, and it contracted a little bit.

Under such a majesty, Angel was completely unable to move, and as her voice fell, he was carried into the air by an invisible force, even if he kept trying to use the gravitational vein to break free, but in the face of this level of terrifying existence, he had no way at all.

could only watch as she was slowly dragged in front of her.

The old witch gave a grim smile.

In Ingres' horror, she stretched out her hand like a chicken's claw, and her long, black nails dotted at the center of Ingres's eyebrows.

In an instant, a huge amount of energy began to pour inward from the center of Angle's eyebrows.

It was a wizard-level soul that was forcibly pressing itself into Angell's soul!

Angel only felt that the energy in his body was resisting this invasion, but the gap in energy levels made him powerless to resist, and he could only watch the energy with obvious consciousness invade his soul.

Just as Ingre's consciousness slowly sank, an eerie chuckle came from behind the old witch.

The witch slammed her hands back.

Turning his head in horror, he saw that at some point, a figure in a gorgeous costume suddenly appeared behind it. The long golden hair flew fiercely in the wind, and the hair covered most of its face, and it was impossible to see its appearance, but only the red and terrifying eyes were shining.

"Crown, crown, crown...... "When the old witch saw the visitor, she immediately put away her tattered cloak, like a leaky balloon, and flew away to the lonely wooden house in the distance, plunged into the painting, and disappeared.

After the old witch fled, Ingres fell from mid-air, half-lying on the ground.

In Angell's soul, there are two energies in conflict, and the energy that belongs to the witch seems to be consciously destroying the core of his soul.

The gap in energy levels is an insurmountable obstacle. Even if there was only a trace of witch energy, it was like a stubborn disease, which Ingres could not remove at all, and it was still infecting his soul.

Under such circumstances, Ingres's consciousness began to slowly blur.

As he was about to fall into a coma, he smelled a familiar aroma...... It seems, is it the incense of the purifying law?

In the midst of this aroma, the xenogeneous energy in the body began to slowly lose its vitality, and with a sharp scream, the energy began to be slowly expelled from the body as if it had lost its conscious self.

It wasn't a long process, and when the xenogeneous energy was expelled, Angel let out a long sigh of relief.

But at the same time, he used a lot of soul power to expel xenomorph energy, and the strong feeling of weakness caused him to fall into a coma again.

Just before Ingres fell unconscious, he faintly felt a cold hand grab him.

......

At the other end of Witch Town.

As the fog swirled and the wind began to rage, Sanders, who came out of a small chapel, looked suspicious.

The fog was fading and shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and this was the first time he had encountered such a situation countless times he had entered this area of the Nightmare Realm.

Did something happen?

The fainting of the fog made Sanders's energy sense begin to strengthen. At this time, a huge aura suddenly came from afar.

Sanders jerked his head up, "Hey, this is ...... Wizard's breath?"

No, at least the wizard's breath that embarks on the path of true knowledge?!

Why, is there a true wizard here?

Along with this powerful aura came a weak aura of law like a breath flow...... If you were someone else, you might not recognize it. But Sanders's Witchcraft Garden, the laws of which were almost identical to those that had been passed down, so he reacted almost instantly—it was the vein of gravity.

When he felt the gravitational vein, Sanders's face changed, and a thought rose in his heart: Ingres had an accident!

Without hesitation, Sanders took a step toward the center of the vortex of energy he sensed. Without the fog to cover it, the landscape of Witchtown slowly became clearer, and in this situation, Sanders could clearly see many things that he had not seen before.

For example, Sanders saw a log cabin he had never seen before, but it was full of the atmosphere of a true wizard.

And the location of Angel that he sensed came from the back of the cabin.

Discovering Ingres's location, Sanders felt a hint of absurdity in his heart.

Obviously, he and Flora have cleaned the area almost perfectly, but why is there an unexpected wooden house? What's even more ridiculous is that Angels is actually near that wooden house?

It's as if every time Ingres enters the Nightmare Realm, there is an accident. The last time I went to Naluo City, I fell directly into the sewers, and met the terrifying Demon Eater Flower and him in my youth, and this time, Angel actually went to a wooden house that they had never seen before, and there was still a powerful aura of true knowledge wizard in that wooden house?!

Is this Ingre's own bad luck, or is it the effect of the Nightmare Body?

Sanders didn't know that he could only rush to the center of the energy vortex with all his strength now, because he could clearly feel that there was a strong malice in that wizard's aura, even stronger than the malice of some chaotic wizards and wreaking wizards.

I don't know what Angels got into trouble.

But when Sanders rushed to the vicinity of the hut with all his might, he saw a "tattered cloak" whirling and rushing into the hut.

The intense malice he felt came from the cloak.

The moment the cloak entered the hut, all the malicious aura around it disappeared.

Sanders didn't bother with the cabin and cloak, but quickly moved to the back of the cabin.

When Sanders rushed over, his pupils shrank slightly, what was that......