Chen Gen's face was deathly pale, his whole body rigid. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard with a sharp smack.
The crisp sound rang out especially clearly inside the room.
The pain barely allowed him to break free of the Evil Eye's mental enthrallment and come back to his senses from that boundless terror.
He hastily turned his head, no longer daring to meet the Evil Eye on Yang Yong's left hand, or even glance at it from the corner of his eye. He hurried into a corner far from Yang Yong, still shaken, his heart pounding.
Watching him flee in panic, Yang Yong's lips curled with faint amusement.
As expected of someone who had served in the military.
His willpower really was strong.
Yang Yong stopped toying with him, withdrew his gaze, and reined in all his thoughts and feelings, his expression growing calm again.
The Whale Lord, the small space, the Corpse Worms, the Evil Eye...
All the clues intertwined, yet remained shrouded in fog, leaving the truth unclear.
Every danger lurked in the deepest darkness, waiting for the moment to erupt.
Time trickled by.
Day passed, and night fell.
The night wore on, once again reaching its latter half.
It was utterly different from the night before.
That night, no one dared to sleep.
No one dared to relax.
Inside the main building of the Wooden House, every light was out, leaving pitch darkness.
All the Transcendents held their breath in concentration, every nerve and muscle taut as they waited in silence.
Waiting... for the next person to mutate.
Dead silence.
Absolute dead silence.
Even their breathing was suppressed until it was almost inaudible.
Suddenly.
"Creak..."
The Wooden House's front door was gently pushed open.
A small figure slowly walked in, carrying a warm