The phantom was at least three meters tall, nearly reaching the ceiling, and wore a long cloak that dragged along the floor.
As soon as it appeared, the space in the living room began to warp. At first glance, it looked like air expanding from heat, but the temperature Fang Cheng and Kanzaki Rin felt was dropping rapidly.
Fang Cheng also noticed that the bloody remains scattered across the floor were quickly decomposing and disappearing. The girl lying among them was growing more transparent, pain showing on her face.
At the same time, the phantom was becoming more solid, nearly taking on a physical form.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Kanzaki Rin cried out, "That's an Evil God's projection! Watch out!"
Along with her shout came several arcs of electricity shooting toward the phantom. She emptied the electric gun's charge in one go.
The arcs struck the phantom and scattered, turning into little snakes of electricity that skittered across it.
The motionless phantom seemed to wake. An armored arm reached out from beneath its cloak. It opened its hand and conjured an enormous greatsword from thin air.
Fang Cheng had already stepped forward and thrown the third javelin in his hand.
The javelin whooshed through the air, but passed right through the phantom and embedded itself in the wall behind it.
Damn, was it immune to physical attacks?
Fang Cheng quickly pulled back the foot he'd stepped forward with and reached for the Vajra Pestle.
The phantom had already raised its greatsword and swung it at him. It was moving so fast that all he could see was a blur. Wherever the blade passed, it sliced through the walls like tofu.
Fang Cheng hurriedly leaned backward to dodge. The blade swept past him, then abruptly