"Clang~ clang~ clang~"
The spherical cauldron formed by the Chaos Shovel rang with a dense series of crisp chimes.
The Demonic Eyes refused to submit, struggling madly.
But the Chaos Black Shovel had already become a divine artifact, forged with Chaos Qi as iron and merit as the hammer. Let alone a beam of light—even if it had three heads and six arms and could pass through walls, it could forget about escaping.
Seeing this, Qin He could not help but let out a quiet breath.
This thing was rather formidable. If the Chaos Shovel had not been able to transform in countless ways, the chance of containing it would have been less than half, while the odds of defeating it were probably only eighty percent.
One wrong move, and he would suffer for it.
If he had known earlier, Qin He definitely would have taken a detour.
Eighty percent? That was practically courting death.
Once the Demonic Eyes were trapped, the red fur on the clones that had been chanting to drive out the assimilation slowly began to fade, soon vanishing without a trace.
The connection between Qin He and his clones returned to normal as well.
With a thought, the hundreds of clones slowly dispersed.
"Wow, it's trapped!"
A moment later, Ma Fei was the first to run back. He cowered behind Qin He, craning his neck as he flattered him. "Sir, you're amazing~"
"How could such a terrifying thing be hidden in some tiny frontier corner of the Western Regions?"
"That scared me to death. Good thing it didn't come after us."
"..."
Soon after, Wang Tie Zhu, Wei Wu, and the others returned as well, each still shaken by lingering fear.
"What exactly are these Demonic Eyes?" Lamborghini circled the spherical cauldron once, then looked at