Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Gao Ming was very familiar with Fear Illness. He knew that at the last stage, the illness would manifest the collective fear. However, he didn’t expect Ji Jie’s fear manifestation to be the God of Flesh and Blood. Different from the God of Flesh and Blood in Gao Ming’s heart, Ji Jie had added changes to it. The giant tree of flesh stunned even Gao Ming.
“Is this how the God of Flesh and Blood will evolve into in the end? A tree?”
Gao Ming couldn’t tell for sure, but he could sense the clanging of the chains in the torture room. The real God of Flesh and Blood was really excited.
“Run! Why are you still standing there?” Xi San was a good man. He had already escaped, but he came back to shove Gao Ming into motion, “Quick!”
Gao Ming was knocked over. He fell beside a chair and looked up.
Eight giant fleshy branches spread on the roof of the hall. Small capillaries grew rapidly. The branches exploded into a tree crown. Each leave was made of the student’s fear.
Faces moved on the bark. Xia Yang’s paintings came alive. The human faces in his paintings had all four mouths. They cackled as they chased after the other students in the hall. The screams pierced the eardrums. This was a tragedy. The hall was like hell.
Overcoming Fear Illness was very simple. As long as one had no fear, the manifestation wouldn’t hurt oneself. The key problem was even Gao Ming was affected by that situation. Once fear infected more than enough people, rationality would be abandoned. Students trampled over each other as they tried to escape. No one would have time to figure out how the monster came to be. They just wanted to escape. The more they tried to run, the more frightened they would be. The more frightened they were, the more realistic the monster became.
The hall could only take 300 students, but students filed in with no regard for the capacity. The corridors were filled with people. In a rough estimate, there were 400 students in the hall. And every one of them was there because they were under too much mental pressure and w
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