118 VS Weirdo Maker 6_2

The crackling flames of the consciousness network seemed to let out a pitiful howl, and almost at the same time, as if a shin were jerked upward from being hit on the knee, an overwhelmingly familiar grey entity surged out from the consciousness network—

It was the "grey mist" from the Mist Dream Realm!

The grey mist instantly blocked my "vision," plunging my metaphysical perception into a murky expanse where I could no longer cast flames into the opponent's consciousness network. Not only that, but my sense of the flames themselves quickly became vague.

However, on the other side of the grey mist, I could still hear the irresistible cries of agony from the consciousness network and the sounds of its total collapse. It was just an interruption of my pursuit; the damage I had done was by no means undone. Most importantly, I had infused the flames with the will to destroy.