C1876 Dream Stealing Thief(5)

Night fell.

The Dream Cloud Swampland was especially cold at night. Without a battleship or a specially crafted sanctuary, even a Level One Holy Domain warrior might freeze to death in the marshes.

The sun rose, but Qiao Gao hadn’t slept well. “The Dream Cloud Swampland isn’t the eeriest place on the Ancient Battlefield, but I always feel like some spirits are disturbing my dreams