The Evil Dream watched as the holy water drained from the syringe. In just a few seconds, his expression shifted from shock to confusion, then to self-mockery, and finally to relief.

"So, Phantom, this was your final trump card?"

Over there, the nuns who had surrounded Qin Nuo and Lan Yan suddenly froze, staring like statues.

The Good Dream lowered her head, apologizing repeatedly.