Faint Terror

Lu Ren could even hear his own heartbeat, the sound of blood surging through his veins like roaring rivers and waves. With the aid of the Microscopic Insight Realm, he could even sense the rhythm of his own spirit.

It was as though the entire world, save for him, had completely frozen. As night fell, the world sank into deep gloom and darkness. Within that impenetrable night, something seemed to be lurking.

Surprised, Lu Ren naturally activated his Heavenly Eye and looked outside, peering into that profoundly dark curtain in the distance.

In an instant, Lu Ren saw a pair of blood-red eyes, like blood moons, flash through the deep darkness. The moment that scarlet gaze swept toward him, Lu Ren slammed the window shut in a split second.

His expression turned grave. He staggered back several steps and dropped onto a stool, only then realizing that a fine layer of cold sweat had formed on his back.

"This City of Phantoms has an owner, and that owner is still alive, standing somewhere incredibly far away and watching everything here!"

Only now did Lu Ren realize just how badly Chen Huan had screwed him over. Even after calming himself, he could not help muttering a curse.

"Damn it. If I'd known, I would've tortured you first before tearing you to pieces!"

Lu Ren was certainly not the only one thinking this way. He was not the only person with methods of observation, either. Though several of those dozen or so Celestial Immortals had been killed in the unexpected attack, every survivor was shrewder than the next.

They had no shortage of investigative methods. Moreover, after Chen Huan's death, they knew virtually nothing about the outside world. Once they had determined that the houses were safe zones, they would naturally keep