What made Lü Tian's face turn ashen was that, due to the close connection between the two, the stronger their own Sword Intent became, the more terrifying that faceless white-clad swordsman became.
"..."
This left Lü Tian's scalp tingling completely. For a moment, he had no idea how he was supposed to fight.
And Lü Tian was not the only one caught in such a predicament.
In the directions of Qin Wang and Fang Cun, a thirty-meter-tall mountain giant stood towering and immovable. It was a Phantom Demon named after Mount Taihuang.
On Luo Chenyan's side, the Intent of Emptiness had condensed into a White-Bone Monk.
Three factions, three apostle-level Phantom Demons—and the strength of those Phantom Demons was intimately tied to themselves. Lü Tian and the others simply did not know how to deal with them.
Yet while they frowned, the three Phantom Demons did not remain where they were and wait for the three Lineages to think.
The instant the Phantom Demons formed, they pounced viciously toward the Cultivators below.
"Kill!"
Seeing this, Lü Tian, Fang Cun, and the others could only suppress their chaotic thoughts and brace themselves as they fought the Phantom Demons.
But after this, the fear they had originally suppressed surged up again, causing the Fear Demon that had been formed first to grow powerful once more.
The only thing that let them breathe a slight sigh of relief was that the demon born from fear did not attack them. Its gaze was fixed directly upon—Jiang Xuan!
Seeing this, Jiang Xuan slowly rose to his feet as well.
At this moment, he could not help but marvel at the terror of the Blood Moon.
"It can not only use negative emotions such as fear and hatred to condense Phantom Demons, but can even transform