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The cold current of the Elemental Tide descended silently, soundlessly stealing the Wasteland's warmth. Travelers on the Wasteland had no choice but to enter the underground town to escape the growing chill.

The deeper into the night it went, the better Cavefolk business became. They could work through the entire night without rest, grinding on endlessly until dawn.

They fought with all their might to earn one more copper coin. Life itself was an endless struggle.

And at this moment, in the same place, two Corpse Witches were also working at high speed.

Under the faint afterglow of the Moonlight Stone, scalpels swiftly dissected the eye sockets of two Frogs. From anesthesia to severing nerves, the procedures were nearly identical.

They searched for the corneas, cut through the web of nerves, severed the blood vessels supplying the eyes, and within half an hour, mithril tweezers finally removed the two eyeballs and carefully placed them into Palm Bottles filled with formalin solution.

However, the Corpse Witches' work was far from over. Before the eye nerves lost their vitality, they needed to install them back into the Cavefolk.

They would not tire, but they consumed Li Ziran's mental power and his meager Undead magic.

Li Ziran took the Palm Bottle and leaned back in his chair, carefully studying the floating eyeball. The eyeball had no mucous membrane, but it was streaked with many red blood vessels. Those vessels clung tightly to its surface, and numerous red dots were scattered within them. If an outsider saw it, they would surely mistake it for bloodshot eyes caused by staying up too long.

But Li Ziran knew perfectly well that these were genuine magic patterns. The patterns wrapped around the eyeball in a peculiar formation, while those red dots clearly shared the same underlying principle