In that mass of darkness, an eye was taking shape.
Its outline was blurred at first, like a lamp veiled by thick mist. But as the darkness surged and contracted, the eye grew clearer and more solid.
A dark-gold iris surrounded a black pupil whose depths could not be seen. Fine dark-red lines ran along the iris's edge, and every blink was like the slow beat of the earth's pulse.
It hung in the deepest part of the rift, looking down from on high at the battlefield below—and at the figure in blue robes.
An indescribable pressure poured from the eye, as though a hundred million tons of mercury were bearing down on the ground at once.
Rumble!
The dark-red flagstones across the entire square creaked under the pressure. Fine cracks appeared on their surfaces and raced outward from beneath Fang Chen's feet.
The Twin-Headed Evil Phoenix raised its remaining head high. Its lone eye brimmed with wild relief and savage delight.
Its voice rang across the square, feverish as a death sentence being pronounced. "Lowly human! Lord Undying God King has intervened in person! You're finished! Utterly finished!"
Far off in the void, the Underworld God, the Heavenly God, and the Demon God all bowed slightly toward the enormous eye in the sky.
They moved in perfect unison, as though they had rehearsed it countless times. Their eyes held the same emotion as the Twin-Headed Evil Phoenix's.
It was a mixture of awe and fanaticism, laced with the pleasure of watching prey about to be crushed.
The Demon Race cultivators who had been fleeing in every direction across the square stopped and looked up at the dark-gold eye high above.
The same wild joy spread across their faces. Some had already prostrated themselves, murmuring as though performing an ancient