The monk let out a slight breath of relief and was about to sit back inside the vehicle.
Suddenly, the sensation of being watched rose from his back, like an icy snake crawling up his spine.
That gaze held endless malice and bottomless darkness.
The instant it fixed on him, the monk felt as though an invisible hand had clenched his heart.
This is bad.
I drew far too much attention.
That Goat Eerie has its eyes on me.
The monk slowly reached into his robes and brought out a handful of Śarīra Relics from within the loose folds.
The Śarīra Relics gave off a faint glow in his palm.
"Patriarch, protect me!"
Only with that reassurance did he dare slowly raise his head and meet the distant Goat Eerie's gaze.
The Black Goat Eerie stood at the far end of the black mist, its pitch-black, pupilless eye sockets facing him.
It seemed to consider this human daring to stare back in defiance an intolerable humiliation.
The black mist churned even more violently. A terrifying silhouette flickered within it, brewing some kind of devastating attack.
At that very instant...
The most inconspicuous of the Śarīra Relics in the monk's hand suddenly blazed with golden light.
The light was not dazzling, yet it was condensed to the utmost degree.
Like a burning golden thread, it followed the path of that gaze at an unbelievable speed, plunging straight into the Goat Eerie's eyes.
The Black Goat Eerie let out a roar of shock and fury.
The sound was nothing like a goat's bleat, but rather the screams of countless mouths crying out at once.
"No... don't..."
Ever since the pursuit began, it had been toying with the Survival Convoy like a cat playing with mice.
It had never imagined that a mouse