"It's the Flesh-Weaving Machine from the evil spirits!" Everyone was stunned.
They had also spotted the evil spirits' Flesh-Weaving Machine. It seemed somewhat different from theirs; compared to the blood-red Flesh-Weaving Machine within their tribal grounds, this one carried a hint of black.
Perhaps it was because it had been exposed to evil energy for so long!
All the Blood Marrow Eaters saw the scene of battle. After merely one glance, they immediately felt stabbing pain in their eyes, as though their eyeballs were about to burst, yet they still persisted.
They wanted to see whether they could withstand this power.
"No, no, it's too strong. I can't hold on!" a Blood Marrow Eater cried out softly.
Before he could close his eyes, his head buzzed, and he felt something swelling inside his eyeballs.
Pop!
Amid that unbearable swelling sensation, his eyes instantly burst. He felt pain, but also a sense of relief.
As though he had cast off some burden.
But what followed was indescribable agony. The nerves in his eyes seemed to be tearing apart inch by inch.
"Pain... it hurts so much!"
He had originally thought that with the power of his Red Bone, he could recover from such injuries.
But after enduring the pain for a while, it did not lessen in the slightest. His eye sockets remained empty, with no sign of healing.
He could only use his sensory organs to perceive his surroundings.
He then warned everyone, "My eyes can't recover! Be careful, don't look at it!"
At his warning, everyone hurriedly lowered their heads.
Everyone was still shaken, and their expressions were extremely grim.
They had never imagined that they would not even be capable of directly watching the enemy fight. How were they supposed to fight for a chance at survival under