Yi Chen quickly beheaded the "Watcher" at the tips of the hair, successfully drawing the other party's attention,
He had assumed Gapp would be enraged and rush over at top speed. Yi Chen had even prepared to block the attack,
But to his surprise, the other party merely glanced at Yi Chen before being frightened back again by the aura of death.
Crouching on the ground and sobbing incessantly,
He was clearly afraid—afraid that the Black Blade in Yi Chen's hand would execute him outright, and afraid of the equally endless sea of death behind Yi Chen.
To reduce the Watchers' losses, Gapp recalled all the hair he had dispersed for the first time.
It was as if the endless Rotting Flesh filling the rift space had begun retracting toward the center,
By the time the Rotting Flesh had become a massive ball of flesh, all the hair had shrunk back inside Gapp's scalp, and the Watchers' bodies had been compressed into it,
However, the eyes used for peering remained on the surface of his scalp,
Nearly every hair follicle on his head corresponded to an eyeball. The densely packed Watcher eyes covered his entire bald head, making him extremely uncomfortable to look at.
Of course,
Because of the Watchers' inferiority complex, all those eyeballs were wrapped in eyelids, making them look like bumps covering his entire head.
"This guy..."
Yi Chen, who had already prepared for a fight to the death, felt a strange anger well up when the other party backed down again. He felt as if he had been toyed with, and he also felt sorry that such a powerful expert had become like this.
Huff~ Hah~
He adjusted his physical condition with deep breaths.
The Golden Lung Aura drove the blood in his body to circulate