The sky was dark, and a giant blood eye appeared out of thin air above the nine heavens, exuding a terrifying and powerful aura, staring down at the crowd below.
Anyone who dared to meet the gaze of the blood eye would feel a sense of palpitations and, after three breaths, the disciples who made eye contact directly fainted.
"Don't look at that eye." A streak of golden light flashed in Chen Mo's eyes. For a moment, he felt as if his soul was being pulled into the blood eye. If not for the timely activation of the Ancient Heavy Pupils, who knows what might have happened.
However, Chen Mo's warning came too late.
Everyone around him, except for Little Jiu, had fainted after looking at the blood eye.
"Qianyi, Little Jiu, Xiaoyue, Miss Nangong Xue..." Chen Mo's expression changed, and he quickly checked their conditions. Thanks to Zuoqiu Yiren's appearance, the pressure enveloping Chen Mo had disappeared, and the surrounding air wall was also gone.
