Counterkill

Mo Hua looked puzzled.

A sacrifice?

What sacrifice?

Who was the sacrifice?

Mo Hua raised his eyes and looked ahead.

Did "sacrifice" refer to this black-clothed leader, or to... that strange third eye on his forehead?

The moment Mo Hua looked at that Evil Eye, it began to tremble violently and roll without pause. At the same time, a "voice" like Divine Thought rang out, sharp enough to stab at his "ears":

"Kill!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

Mo Hua froze.

The black-clothed leader's eyes also filled with terror.

Ever since the God Lord's Eye had taken up residence within him, he had never seen the "Divine Eye" so frantic and violent, so close to losing control.

Why would a mere little cultivator skilled in Stealth make the "Divine Eye" so nervous—enough to reveal even a trace of...

Apprehension?

The God Lord's command could not be defied.

The black-clothed leader raised his sword, but instead of attacking Mo Hua first, he intended to kill Cheng Mo and the other four, who were enveloped by the Blood Eye, their Dao Hearts unstable and unable to resist.

They had seen the God Lord's Eye. They had to die.

They had killed more than ten of his brothers. They had to die as well.

Killing intent surged from the black-clothed leader.

Mo Hua noticed it at once. His gaze turned grave as he brought two fingers together, intending to use the Water Prison Technique to stop him.

But before either of them could act, the Evil Eye trembled violently again. Bloodshot and fixed fiercely upon Mo Hua, its Divine Thought voice grew hoarser and shriller:

"Ignore the other livestock!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!!!"

Blood even seeped from the Evil Eye.

The black-clothed leader's expression twisted in pain, the flesh between his brows