Gao Ming understood phobia very well. He knew its final stage fused and manifested everyone's fears, but he had never imagined Ji Zhe would use the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal as his vision of terror.
Unlike the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God in Gao Ming's heart, Ji Zhe seemed to have made certain changes to the original. That towering Flesh-and-Blood Giant Tree chilled even Gao Ming, the actual Flesh-and-Blood Immortal.
Was this what the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal would become once fully grown? A tree?
Even Gao Ming had no idea what he would become. All he could feel now were the chains colliding inside the Execution House and the Eight-Armed Ghost God's excitement.
"Run! What are you standing around for?" Xishan was a true friend. He had already fled, but came back specifically for Gao Ming, lunging forward and shoving him aside. "Move!"
Gao Ming, who had been standing perfectly fine where he was, was knocked down. Lying beside the seats, he tilted his head back and looked up.
Eight enormous branches of flesh and blood spread across the auditorium ceiling. Countless fine blood vessels grew wildly as the Flesh-and-Blood Giant Tree developed a crown, every leaf formed from the students' fears.
Faces swam across the trunk. All the paintings imitating Xia Yang's work came alive. Every face in the blood-red Posthumous Photographs sprouted four mouths, chasing the students through the auditorium with grotesque, mocking grins.
Screams pierced their eardrums. It was an utter disaster. The auditorium had become a purgatory.
In fact, overcoming phobia was very simple. As long as someone felt no fear whatsoever deep down, the things manifested by Fear Consensus would struggle to harm them.
The problem was that even Gao Ming, the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal, was affected under these circumstances. Once mass panic took hold, all reason was abandoned, and the