Wang Yu glanced at the enormous yellow eyeball in the air and suddenly drew a deep breath.
The clothes on his upper body burst apart, and a lifelike golden tiger head pattern emerged on his back. At the same time, pale golden mist surged over his skin, interspersed with phantom silver spirit inscriptions.
The phantom silver spirit inscriptions spun within the mist, vaguely coalescing into a phantom suit of silver armor that contracted onto Wang Yu, turning his skin pale silver.
Wang Yu slapped his waist with one hand, and a jet-black flying knife appeared in his grasp. He flicked his wrist.
The flying knife vanished in a flash.
The next moment, a jet-black flying knife abruptly lodged in the blood-colored spell pattern on the yellow eyeball. Its front half sank straight into the eye, leaving only the rear portion of its hilt exposed.
Yet the yellow eyeball showed no abnormal reaction at all. Instead, the heartbeat coming from within it grew even louder.
Wang Yu's expression darkened. He pressed one hand against the Storage Bag at his waist again, intending to take out the Mount Mi Seal and his other magical artifacts.
But just then, thump, thump-the sound of another heart beating reached his ears clearly.
Wang Yu's pupils contracted. Only then did he realize that the additional heartbeat was his own.
At some point, his heart had begun pounding violently. Stranger still, its rhythm was exactly the same as the heartbeat within the yellow eyeball, as though some mysterious force had linked the two hearts together. The blood, vitality, and dharma power that had surged within him when he activated the Breathing Technique and the Mysterious Armor Scripture rapidly dissipated as the two hearts beat in unison.
His twenty-foot-tall body immediately shrank back to its original size. The