Most of the time, fear came from the unknown, but more often, it was because of one's own weakness. When faced with a powerful enemy that was impossible to defeat, the fear would erupt in an instant, until one completely collapsed!
Even if they could overcome their fear, it might not change anything, because the enemy would not show mercy.
Facing the ghostly figure and enduring the continuous attacks, the mysterious cultivator's heart was filled with fear and despair after the panic and anger.
He had asked for help many times, but to no avail. He knew that his companion would definitely not come. Otherwise, the other party would not torture him so unscrupulously. Instead, they would kill him with a single slash!
He also knew that he had already become the other party's plaything. When he would be killed would completely depend on the other party's mood.
One strike, two strikes, three strikes
