Gao Ming was very familiar with Fear Syndrome and knew its final stage was to fuse and manifest everyone's fear. However, he never expected Ji Zhe to perceive the Flesh Immortal as a figment of terror.
Unlike the Flesh Ghost God in Gao Ming's mind, Ji Zhe seemed to have made some sort of modification to the original concept; the towering Flesh Giant Tree even chilled Gao Ming, the true Flesh Immortal, to the bone.
"Is this what the Flesh Immortal looks like when it's fully grown? A tree?"
Gao Ming himself didn't know what he would become, he could now only feel all the chains colliding in the Punishment Room, and the Eight-Armed Ghost God getting excited.
"Run! What are you waiting for!" Xi Shan was very considerate. Though he had already run away, he had made a point to come back and, with a diving tackle, pushed Gao Ming aside, "Hurry up!"
Standing perfectly still, Gao Ming was knocked to the ground where he lay next to a seat, looking up.
