The giant eye howled.
Its soul-rending scream swept across a million kilometers of void. When the shock waves reached the Twelfth Fleet's eight surviving warships, dozens more crew members bled from their mouths and noses and passed out.
The golden-armored Sword Saint held his sword without moving a step.
He had no idea how to intervene.
That blood-soaked figure remained firmly planted in the center of the ten-thousand-kilometer eye's pupil, while a violet-gold Devouring Vortex kept expanding inside the wound.
Green blood covered Lin Feng's head and face. He did not even bother wiping it away.
Old Zhao planted his staff in the void, a complicated expression on his aged face.
In his seventeen hundred years of life, he had seen geniuses, monsters, and peerless talents who appeared only once a century.
But he had never seen anyone like this-someone with no regard for his own life!
"It's trying to run," the Sword Saint suddenly said.
Old Zhao snapped out of his thoughts.
The giant eye was changing the way it struggled.
It began to contract, its entire ten-thousand-kilometer body shrinking at a speed that defied reason.
Huge swaths of iris tissue around the pupil cracked and sloughed off.
It was mutilating itself.
It was deliberately severing parts of its own body, abandoning the areas eroded by the Devouring Law so its core soul could escape.
This was the instinct of a higher-dimensional abyssal life-form.
Like a lizard shedding its tail.
"Trying to run?"
Lin Feng sensed the tissue around the halberd blade loosening, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
He released his left hand and rapidly formed seals with his fingers in the void.
Dark-gold Bone Shuttles flew back from every direction, all plunging into the giant eye through the wound made by the Myriad Tribulations Heavenly