Xiong Zhan's Head Explodes! Ci Xue Falls to His Knees! Snake Lance Breaks!

The void at the center of the formation tore open.

Ten holes.

From those ten holes, enormous figures slowly squeezed their way out.

Spherical bodies. Each more than five meters in diameter.

Their surfaces were covered in dark-purple carapaces, the patterns on them writhing and expanding, contracting. Something beneath the shells was breathing.

Each had only one eye on its front.

A single eye.

The pupil filled the entire socket. The iris was deep purple, the pupil blood-red. The two colors churned together without blending or separating, forcibly trapped in the same eyeball by some unknown power.

Hundred-Thousand-Year Evil Eye Tyrants.

Ten of them.

The instant all ten single eyes opened, the light across the battlefield dimmed by a shade.

It was not because the sky had changed.

Those twenty gazes were simply too heavy, heavy enough to bend the light.

Xiong Zhan's Martial Soul Avatar began convulsing uncontrollably.

His muscles twitched and spasmed. Not from pain. Not from fear. It was the instinctive rejection of his body after ten Hundred-Thousand-Year psychic soul beasts locked onto a single human.

His body was refusing his brain's commands.

She Long's hand shook so badly that he could barely hold the Snake Lance. Its tip carved a broken arc through the air, tracing a crooked circle.

All the newly grown poisonous spikes on Ci Xue's body stood straight up in unison. It was not an attacking stance. It was the stress response of an animal struck by extreme terror.

His fur was standing on end.

A rank ninety-two Titled Douluo's fur was standing on end.

Even Chen Xin tilted his head slightly.

He glanced at the ten colossal creatures in the sky. His brows lifted a fraction.

Then he withdrew his gaze and continued staring at She Long.

The tip of his sword