Unless you saw it with your own eyes, it was hard to imagine what eyes without eyeballs looked like when they blinked.
Xia Libo's eyelids were powerful and strong.
But without eyeballs, his eyelids looked like two curtains when he opened them.
He covered his forehead with one hand and used the other to remove the prosthesis on his right leg, tossing it aside.
The distorted, floating characters around him slowly drifted toward Xia Libo's body. Eventually, they flowed toward his severed leg, gathering at the very bottom of the stump.
Xia Libo stood on one leg, still wearing his trademark gentle smile. It was just that the sight of his open eyes made that smile look terrifying.
Once he had finished, Xia Libo fitted the prosthesis back onto his leg.
He spread his arms as though embracing the sky, but he faced not the Red Moon, but the endless void.
"May my lord bless Zion."
Elsewhere, Zhang Nuo'an, who had received a piece of the flesh and blood mark, excitedly opened the sealed jar.
Obtaining a piece of marked flesh from one of the Children of Guyinduo was an irresistible temptation for a warlock who studied Guyinduo.
The interest in Zhang Nuo'an's eyes as he looked at this piece of flesh far exceeded what he showed when looking at Ai Li herself.
He eagerly cut off a small piece, placed it in the spell formula vessel he had prepared, and injected a little Spirit Energy to stimulate it, observing what reactions the flesh might exhibit.
Although Xia Libo had already treated it, some activity from the child of Guyinduo would still remain.
For ordinary warlocks, this trace of Guyinduo activity was meaningless, but for researchers like them, that tiny amount was enough. More would actually be undesirable.
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