Terror

He touched the shoulder that had accidentally been grazed by the Heaven Splitting Axe's razor-sharp blade. There was only a thin bloodstain there. He would need to enter the house and wait for the surrounding heaven and earth's suppression to lift before he could heal it.

At the same time, he felt somewhat fortunate. If City of Phantoms had not suppressed all anomalous power to the limit, the annihilating power cleaved down by that Heaven Splitting Axe might have spread through his entire body like a deadly poison. By then, even a Golden Immortal would have had no means to save him.

Everyone felt desolate and had no mood to continue discussing matters. They planned to climb back over the wall to their own courtyards to rest and recuperate. They could make further plans after surviving tonight.

After all, in a place like this, they truly could not cope without restoring their Essence, Qi, and Spirit to their peak. Back when they entered that courtyard, City of Phantoms' suppression weakened at night. Killing the family of four Phantom Devils—two adults and two children—had already cost them dearly, and several fellow Daoists had been lost.

If they did not prepare in advance and set up some killing formations, the consequences would be difficult to predict.

After leaving the house, Lu Ren saw a bluestone alley before him, no more than two meters wide. It looked exceptionally quiet and peaceful. Perhaps because the morning had already passed, aside from the occasional sounds coming from the surrounding courtyards, the entire alley was empty.

It was hard to imagine that by evening, evil entities would swarm this place, with every sort of demon and monster running rampant. Even if City of Phantoms partially lifted its suppression on them, those Phantom Devils were still