Unless he had no other choice, Han Su was unwilling to recite that Spell in such a dangerous situation.
Under normal circumstances, neither Spiritual Penetration nor the power of his left hand gave him the dizziness Zhang Chiguo had described. But his experience in the Ancient Castle had taught him that reciting this Spell would leave him suffering from the effects of severe Mental Power depletion.
A thought crossed his mind, and the Spell left his lips.
It was an utterly ordinary sentence. At least, to those who pursued Mysterious Power, the Spell was so simple it seemed like something one could hear anywhere.
But he recited it too quickly for anyone else to make out. Even Han Su didn't realize that he had added two indistinct syllables.
[I][am]
The instant the simple Spell left his lips, Han Su felt his Mental Power suddenly surge. It rushed madly toward his right eye, then burst forth from it with a kind of frenzy.
Blood immediately ran from his right eye.
Yet within the field of vision of that eye, the air suddenly grew chaotic and dense. Some strange power descended into reality, filling the air around him.
A high-pitched horn sounded faintly, reaching everyone's ears.
In that cramped, narrow space, it seemed as though an enormous figure had forced its way in from another plane. In the phantasmal world created by their trembling minds, every being with life and perception seemed to see a Pale Giant.
He sat high upon a throne, looking down at the busy ants below.
"Crackle..."
The blurry shadows drifting through the air vanished under his gaze.
It was as if an invisible hand had wiped them all from existence with unyielding resolve.
Compared to the power surging from Han Su's right eye, those blurry shadows were