Deeproot of Death had no organ like a neck, much less something like a throat.
Besides, even if it had a throat, no one in this world apart from the Vortex Lineage had hands that large.
Yet this sense of fear was so clear.
Premonition, or perhaps instinct, kept sounding the alarm without pause, filling it with a nightmare-like chill. It instinctively wanted to break free, yet could not find the vital point by which it was being held.
It could only struggle and writhe endlessly, as though entangled by invisible ghosts, desperate to push the unseen horror farther away. It did not even know what it was afraid of.
"...As expected of a beast. Its instincts really are sharp."
Within the bloodwater Realm of Encirclement, Ji Jue watched it lose its mind and sighed regretfully. "What a pity. A beast is still a beast. With such a deranged appearance and distorted composition, it is so muddleheaded that it is inferior even to a beast... No matter how immense its strength may be, what meaning does it have if it cannot maintain even the most basic ability to think and remain calm?"
Boom!
Perhaps it was Ji Jue's mocking words, or perhaps it had finally remembered where it was and what it was supposed to do.
Driven by fear and confusion, the countless Blood Eyes in the sky spasmed once more, staring fixedly at Ji Jue as he strolled atop the bloodwater. Endless pain was imposed out of thin air upon Ji Jue's consciousness, yet it could not break through Chun Jun's defenses and was utterly useless.
Once it realized this, innumerable pitch-black roots extended from the bloodwater. Those roots resembled twisted, wriggling human figures, with wailing faces still lingering upon them. They tangled ceaselessly, seeking to drag him into