Cen Dongsheng raised his head, and in the blink of an eye, he discovered that the ceiling of the room began to ascend relentlessly, while the walls swiftly receded in all directions.
The originally cold, inorganic white cement was tainted by eerie red light, sprouting layers of flesh-like membranes, grotesque and bizarre.
Everywhere his eyes could reach was filled with mutated organs and tumors, as if he were inside a giant creature.
...
"Ha!"
Cen Dongsheng couldn't help but laugh.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this was naturally an incredibly horrifying scene, but to an experienced warrior, the nature of the opponent was already fully exposed.
— That's right, this was a Phantom Ghost.
As the name suggests, it's a ghost specialized in creating illusions.
It's not that Cursing Prohibition couldn't erode an entire space in an instant, reversing yin and yang, life and death, flesh and blood taboos... Many unimaginable supernatural powers exist in this world.