At that moment, the shadow seemed to turn corporeal. It was ice-cold and moist, and it instantly bound Klein within it like he was a mosquito in amber.
Klein's figure was squashed and compressed as he regressed into a piece of paper, rapidly turning into mush.
Paper Figurine Substitutes!
Having sensed the danger ahead of time, he had made timely use of Paper Figurine Substitutes!
His black-robed figure appeared on the other end of the dining table as he opened his mouth, producing a bang sound.
At this moment, Klein's mind suddenly turned adrift as he found his surroundings blurry and unclear.
He instantly understood what was happening. He had been forcefully pulled into a dream!
And with this, he determined one point—his abnormal ability of maintaining his lucidity and rationality in dreams had already solidified and become one with him. There was no need to use the gray fog to do so!
