A rough estimate puts at least 20,000 to 30,000!

In other words, 20,000 to 30,000 refugees died in this hall!

Moreover, their death process was extremely long and agonizing!

This place is simply hell on earth!

Jiang Wei roared and charged forward with his sword, destroying the array on those strange stone beds, and then the rumbling sound continued to ring out.

Meanwhile, Ye Feng had already led Zi Jing into the tower!

The first floor of the tower was filled with thick, dark gray fog. The heavy fog surged and rippled, creating an ominous atmosphere.

Zijing had already hidden behind Yefeng, her face pale with fright and her body trembling uncontrollably.

"You're my bodyguard, can't you muster some courage?" Ye Feng said helplessly.

"But this place is really scary!" Zijing said in a trembling voice.

Suddenly, Zhao Yanzhi's voice came again from the thick fog.

“Your Highness Prince Nanling, you shouldn’t have come here. Everything here has nothing to do with you, and you shouldn’t have interfered at all.”

Night Wind smiled and said, "It has nothing to do with me? Since I've encountered it, I can't just ignore it. There's no point in you saying that now."

Zhao Yanzhi's voice was filled with deep pain: "What I did did not harm you..."

Night Wind interrupted Zhao Yanzhi without any politeness: "It hasn't harmed me yet, but that may not be the case in the future. Moreover, what you're doing requires capturing a large number of refugees, which has already created conflict with our Xinluo City."

"Your Highness, Prince of Nanling, how could you bear to..."

Night Wind interrupted Zhao Yanzhi once again, saying, "Madam Zhao, please stop talking. What you are doing is unforgivable, so please rest in peace."

As Ye Feng finished speaking, he suddenly raised his right hand and pointed forward.

The Void Yuan Divine Finger was activated instantly, and the fog in front of him shattered, while the surrounding black fog receded in all directions like a tide.

Then a woman appeared before Ye Feng and Zi Jing.

But this woman did not look like a beautiful woman in her thirties; she was an old woman around sixty years old.

Most importantly, the old woman looked terrifying. She was emaciated, skin and bones, and her face still showed anger, but there was also a hint of sadness mixed in with her anger.

"My God, who is this old woman?" Zijing exclaimed.

“She is the real Zhao Yanzhi, the Zhao Yanzhi who encountered an accident with Li Huayun thirty years ago,” Ye Feng said.

“But isn’t she already dead?” Zijing said incredulously.

Ye Feng did not answer Zijing's question, but looked at Zhao Yanzhi sitting on a stone chair.

"Madam Zhao, please listen to a story."

Before Zhao Yanzhi could respond, Ye Feng began to speak on his own.

"Thirty years ago, a sudden accident befell Li Huayun, the city lord of Huasheng City, his wife Zhao Yanzhi, and their son."

"The carriage slipped on the wet road and fell into the valley, smashing to pieces. Li Huayun's son died on the spot."

"But perhaps because of good luck, Zhao Yanzhi actually survived."

"Zhao Yanzhi dragged her injured body back to the city lord's mansion in Huasheng City, but she was unable to cheer up. The deaths of her husband and child had dealt her a heavy blow, and she could not accept this fact."

"It just so happens that Zhao Yanzhi has some connection with the evil sect, Eternal Dream, and she is even a member of the sect herself. So Zhao Yanzhi came up with a bold idea: she would create a dream and bring her husband and child back to life in that dream."

"Zhao Yanzhi immediately put her plan into action. She used a special lantern to set up an array and imprisoned innocent people in a dungeon, extracting their thoughts to create dreams."

"Lady Luck is on Zhao Yanzhi's side once again. She has succeeded. The dream she has woven and created has enveloped the entire Huasheng City Lord's Mansion, and even the common people in Huasheng City have been affected."

"In this illusory dream, the person who died was Zhao Yanzhi, who returned to the city lord's mansion of Huasheng City with serious injuries, while Li Huayun and their child, who had already died, came back to life and even returned here to continue living."

At this point, Ye Feng stopped, his eyes looking directly at Zhao Yanzhi, who was sitting in the chair.

"Madam Zhao, is there anything you would like to add to my story?" Ye Feng asked.

Zhao Yanzhi slowly raised her head and looked at Ye Feng, her face contorted with pain.

"Isn't this better?" Zhao Yanzhi asked.

"Do you think this is a good thing?" Night Wind asked rhetorically.

Zhao Yanzhi said coldly, "My husband, Li Huayun, the city lord of Huasheng City, is a kind-hearted city lord. He manages this city responsibly and does his best to ensure that every commoner and serf has something to eat and clothes to wear."

"That is precisely why our Huasheng City has become the premier city in the entire Southern Territory! Our Huasheng City also has the largest population!"

“In my dream, my husband came back to life and continued to manage Huasheng City as before, allowing the city of more than 100,000 people to continue to function as before, and so the people in the city were under his protection.”

"What's wrong with that!"

Night Wind shook his head and said, "Then what about those dead refugees? You've already killed twenty or thirty thousand refugees to create this dream, haven't you? Is that fair to them?"

Zhao Yanzhi's expression immediately stiffened. She opened her mouth as if to defend herself, but in the end, she said nothing.

"Stop it. This dream should end. A dream that lasts for thirty years is really too long," Night Wind said with a sigh.

"I will not stop!"

As if declaring to the night wind, Zhao Yanzhi shouted, "I will absolutely not stop, I will never stop! Your Highness, Prince Nanling, you are a person I respect, and now I ask you to leave. Otherwise, I will..."

"So what? You want to disappear from this world, to stop destroying this dream you've painstakingly created? But can you do it, Madam Zhao?" Ye Feng said calmly.

Zhao Yanzhi said, "I know you are a Saint Realm expert. In a normal fight, even if there were a thousand or ten thousand of me, I wouldn't be your match. But this place is different. This dream realm is a collection of the power of twenty or thirty thousand people. It is the aggregation of their thoughts. Even if you are a Saint Realm expert, you might not be able to defeat me here!"

"Then you can give it a try," Ye Feng said with a smile, giving Zi Jing a look.

The next moment, Zhao Yanzhi suddenly let out a sharp shriek, and a series of eerie black shadows emerged from the void, then surged toward the night wind like an undead army.