With a thud.
Revered Netherworld Soul felt his knees give way and dropped to the ground.
It was a kind of pressure that allowed no refusal.
It was a thousand, a hundred times stronger than the two ghost heads Red and White Clash had encountered before!
Black deathly aura erupted from Ghost Buddha's body as though it had substance.
He had roamed the Soul Path for centuries, yet he had never seen such terrifying deathly aura.
"Having seen the future, why not bow?"
Revered Netherworld Soul could not help recalling the illusion he had seen seconds ago—
He had knelt trembling before Ghost Buddha, smashing his forehead against the ground as he begged for a sliver of life.
Was this his future?
Was he going to die?
Could he only cling to life like this?
Countless thoughts flooded Revered Netherworld Soul's mind.
At that moment, he had nearly forgotten that he was inside an Illusion Realm. His mind held only two words—
Survive.
Driven by the instinct to survive, he bent at the waist inch by inch, his body beginning to tremble uncontrollably.
His Sanity Points plummeted at a rapid pace.
30... 20... 10... 0!
The instant it fell to 0.
The Danmu appeared again.
But they appeared in an exceptionally bizarre manner...
Gloomy whispers, like ghosts wailing, echoed ceaselessly beside his ears.
He knelt! That old bastard really knelt!
Is he going to bow before Ghost Buddha?
Oh my god... this Illusion Realm is really driving people insane!!
He's disgraced himself beyond all measure now!
No one will dare touch Ghost Immortal difficulty from now on, right?
Those murmurs that sounded like auditory hallucinations instead jolted Revered Netherworld Soul awake.
His waist, bent halfway down, suddenly froze.
"Illusion Realm... this is an Illusion Realm!"
Revered Netherworld