It all seemed like an illusion.
But the pain of steel needles piercing through his eyelids was unbearably real.
Shao Yong'an could no longer suppress his scream. Trembling, he covered his eyes, yet he did not dare press down hard and could only stroke them lightly.
He touched the steel needles that had pierced through his eyelids—the incomparably sharp tips and the icy feel of their shafts.
Blood dripped down like the broken Buddhist beads from before, drop by drop, until it covered his hands and face.
The instant agony and damage made him completely forget why the door before him had turned into a corpse.
His vision was filled with blood, his face twisted in pain. He staggered backward and finally fell to the ground.
Closing his eyes had only been meant to avoid disaster, but the steel needles piercing his eyelids had truly turned him blind.
Yet these needles had appeared out of nowhere, and their placement had been exceedingly precise. They had only pierced his eyelids without touching his eyeballs.
As he instinctively rolled his eyes, the cold needle shafts came into direct contact with them, scraping against them.
That bizarre sensation, that horrifying experience, rapidly shattered Shao Yong'an's sanity.
Without experiencing it firsthand, one could never truly understand.
Piercing through the eyelids and scraping against the eyeballs—what kind of terrifying torture was that?
Even though Shao Yong'an was a veteran with four missions under his belt, known for his composure and calmness, he could not resist the terror in his heart.
A full ten minutes...
During a mission where he could die at any second, it took him an entire ten minutes to barely regain his senses.
His eyeballs had deformed and suffered damage from the continued friction. At this moment, Shao Yong'an had truly become