Three meters, five meters, seven meters!
Gao Ming's nightmares spread across Zhemeng Town, the ghostly apparitions becoming more and more real, with eight arms blooming like flowers of flesh and blood behind him!
Centered around Flesh Ghost God, other things began to emerge within Gao Ming's nightmares: featureless believers, severely mutated patients, and vaguely, an evil ghost dressed in a red raincoat.
"Come out, come out! Don't embed yourselves entirely within my heart!"
Gao Ming cried out in agony, and the situation with the fused Xi Xian was even worse; those Xi Xian who had been assimilated were resisting, screaming in their efforts to escape.
Despair washed over everyone within the reach of Gao Ming's nightmares like a deluge, the blessings from Xi God on the Xi Xian growing dim; in order not to be eroded by this despair, some were willing to discard these divine blessings and flee.
