For Lin Feng's attack, Zhang Yulin was neither panicked nor surprised.
Although transformed into an old man, his movements were agile. With a flicker of his body, he appeared thirty meters away like a monkey.
As he retreated, she looked up at the sky. Her eyes flickered, and the five fighter jets that were preparing to leave suddenly changed direction, unleashing a barrage of missiles toward Lin Feng.
"In my dream realm, controlling my dream?"
Looking up at the endless barrage, Lin Feng could feel a strong sense of crisis.
At this moment, he was not just dreaming. His consciousness, or rather his soul, had also entered the dream realm.
This meant that if he died in the dream realm, his soul would disappear as well.
The illusory dream realm had already become reality.
And this was precisely the ability of the Dream Master.
