Yang Yong searched his conscience.
If he had not known that behind the Evil Eye lurked an unimaginably terrifying being...
If he had truly believed that this Evil Eye was merely some ordinary Eerie of this world...
Then he, too, would probably have been utterly blinded by this suffocatingly immense temptation.
Looking solely at the Sky Base's current situation:
There were only a little over three hundred true Sequence Transcendents.
But there were more than thirty thousand ordinary people.
If all thirty thousand ordinary people could become Eerie Symbiosis Sequence Transcendents...
With such a force, merely scraping by in the apocalypse would be the least of their ambitions.
Even talk of counterattacking the Eerie world and sweeping away every calamity would not be empty boasting.
Unfortunately.
Yang Yong knew the truth.
All of this was an illusion.
All of it was a trap.
The Evil Eye's master was preparing a devastating move powerful enough to bury the entire Sky Base.
And now, everyone was willingly jumping into the grave.
Expressionless, Yang Yong coldly watched this frenzy that was destined to end in destruction.
Just then.
Footsteps sounded outside the door.
It was... time again to dig those eyes out of his left hand.
That old bastard Mu Tao had been growing increasingly deranged lately.
He had actually scheduled three eye-removal surgeries in a single day!
Yang Yong knew perfectly well.
Unless the terrifying aura originating from the Evil Eye's master deep within his left hand was completely severed, these eyes would be like chives: cut them down and they grew back, grow them back and they were cut down, endlessly.
But-
Pain!
Bone-deep, heart-rending pain!
Yang Yong did not dare let them anesthetize him.
Once he lost consciousness, he would truly become meat on a chopping block, at their mercy,