As the light and shadow solidified, the outline’s subtle lines appeared before their eyes.
A demon with spiraling horns on its head, surrounded by abyssal black mist, appeared before them.
Standing four meters tall, with purple skin, robust muscles, bat-like wings with skeletal structures, and glowing scarlet eyes, it exuded the darkness and horror of an abyssal demon.
Roar—
A terrifying howl accompanied by an overwhelming aura surged forward.
Frode, who had never faced such an abyssal demon before, grew pale even though he knew it wasn’t real, and couldn’t help but take a few steps back.
"It’s a horned demon." Rhein stroked his chin, observing: "Looks decent, but there’s not a trace of energy fluctuation. It looks like... an illusion."
Sumishe chuckled, "Lord Rhein, this isn’t an illusion, it’s something I spawned using the Membrane of Rhythm..."
Before Sumishe finished speaking, he saw Rhein walk up to the horned demon and lightly poke it with his index finger. The seemingly formidable horned demon deflated like a balloon losing air.
The horned demon bent over with a constipated expression, then vanished amidst shimmering lights.
Rhein clicked his tongue twice.
The words Sumishe was about to say froze on his lips.
Sanders said, "Any touch from non-energy material can cause it devastating damage, your illusion technique is subpar."
Sanders’ comment dealt another blow to Sumishe, who already felt dejected.
Sumishe said, "How could it be an illusion? I clearly activated the Membrane of Rhythm, it can’t be. Let me take another look..."
Frowning, Sumishe stood rooted in place, studying the situation.
Minutes later, Sumishe attempted to create life through the Membrane of Rhythm again; familiar colored lights poured and expanded into a massive form.
When the light faded, a young lava troll, standing ten meters tall and gushing magma, loomed before everyone.
The aura was still powerful, with its glowing red eyes flashing with brutal intent.
However, before the lava troll could exhibit its brutal traits, Rhein stepped forward again.
This time, Rhein didn’t touch the lava troll or examine it closely, but instead looked down at the ground under the lava troll’s feet.
Although no Dream Plant Fairies had scattered plants here, the ground naturally had a thin layer of wild grass.
The lava troll’s massive, orange-red magma-covered foot stood on the grass without causing any damage. It didn’t ignite the grass, and the grass didn’t even bend under its pressure.
Rhein said nothing, but his gaze spoke volumes.
Sumishe naturally noticed Rhein’s gaze and felt slightly embarrassed: "I, I... I don’t know what’s happening. Let me try again."
Sumishe intended to use his authority to retract the lava troll, but a gust of wind caused the troll to shiver and crumble.
"Ha." Sanders’ cold laugh rang out.
This time, it wasn’t even the Material Realm’s touch, a breeze could dismantle it; such an illusion wouldn’t even qualify as a junior apprentice’s work.
Feeling exposed, Sumishe pondered for a moment.
"Maybe the previous two were too big?" Frode whispered, "In the Dream Realm, Dream Sorcerers start creating life from small creatures—the larger, the more complex."
That made some sense. Sumishe took Frode’s words to heart.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, he summoned another streak of light.
The light transformed into a little demon, a common Bone Wing Demon from the abyss’s surface, lean in build, standing just over a meter, looking like a newborn in contrast to the previous demons. It appeared rather shabby.
Rhein glanced at the Bone Wing Demon, saying nothing.
Because the Bone Wing Demon floated mid-air, amidst the still ongoing gentle breeze.
Despite the soft breeze, the Bone Wing Demon showed no change, still appearing as normal.
Sumishe’s eyes lit up. Did he succeed this time?
"Your standard is now that a Bone Wing Demon withstands a gentle breeze?" Sanders mocked.
After speaking, without any visible action on Sanders’ part, the Bone Wing Demon quietly vanished from the sky.
The others might not understand, but Angel knew well: Sanders had slightly adjusted the surrounding Lus energy—less than a tenth of a Lus—and it was enough to cause the Bone Wing Demon to disappear.
Sumishe muttered in a daze, "Where did it go wrong?"
Sanders: "Don’t bring out the demons from your Abyssal Nightmare Realm here; this is the Wilderness of Dreams, not an extension of the Abyss. Plus, you’re like an ordinary person with some abilities here, no different from dream residents, even inferior to some Demon Hunters. Your foundation isn’t laid, don’t imagine building a Sky Garden right away."
Although Sanders didn’t understand the principles of the Membrane of Rhythm, he had inherited two energy abilities himself and knew that achieving success in one leap was impossible. One must start from the most basic rules and grow step by step.
Granting the authority of the Membrane of Rhythm to develop within the Wilderness of Dreams would be different.
After all, humans are limited by their vision and understanding,
Facing Sanders’ guidance, Sumishe lowered his head, obediently agreeing.
Next, Sumishe decided to start over, setting aside his obsession with the demons from the Abyssal Nightmare Realm and began thinking from basic rules.
Only, after pondering for nearly half an hour, Sumishe had nothing to show for it.
At that moment, Angel, who had been silently immersed in the Ability Tree, suddenly had an epiphany.
A grayish mushroom appeared in his palm.