Devouring the Fear Trait

As these specks merged into his soul, the deep black power within it transformed once again, turning dark crimson!

It was a red brimming with terror and devouring.

Like blood flowing from hell, about to congeal at hell's exit—the source of all horror.

Without its presence, others might have thought the so-called "entrance to hell" was merely an ordinary cave.

The overlap of this dark crimson and the power of Blood Floss made Wu Heng's soul even more terrifying.

Wu Heng slowly opened his eyes and extended his palm. Nearly tangible dark crimson flames rose from his hand.

The flames swayed, seemingly filled with countless illusions.

Yet they also seemed to contain endless nightmares.

That hazy sensation made people unable to resist wanting to delve inside and explore, but the essence of life itself warned them: Don't go. You'll die!

The conflict between desire and death within their minds would ignite their fear.

Just like the group of transparent evil ghosts that had been carried over by the waves in the bizarre green sea beneath Swine Two's feet.

They sensed the attraction in the water and looked up at the flame in Wu Heng's palm high above.

Drawn by that deadly allure, they stretched their ghostly hands from the sea.

But just as they extended them halfway—

Their bodies began to tremble violently. Their forms shifted from insubstantial to solid, then broke apart amid their trembling and completely dissipated.

These evil ghosts had actually been scared to death by the fear in their hearts.

Their deaths caused the dark crimson flame in Wu Heng's palm to sway slightly, devouring a trace of fearful emotion.

A cold smile appeared on Wu Heng's face. "Pseudo-Hell-level Nightmare Power!"

"Not bad. The Nightmare Power originating from the core has finally surpassed the Demon level."