"Thunder?" The moment he heard this sound, Li Huowang instantly felt his scalp tingle. He flashed to the left with blinding speed.
In the next instant, the entire dim, seven-colored black sky suddenly swelled outward in all directions. Within that blackness, a square patch of mottled, dim platinum emerged, and an almost tangible gaze shot toward Li Huowang in a flash.
The sensation was profoundly bizarre. Within the canopy of heaven, Li Huowang witnessed a color overflowing from the platinum that surpassed his very perception. Even the mere afterglow of that gaze involuntarily stained his eyes with its hue as it swept past.
As Li Huowang's eyeballs began to morph into that color, a seven-colored black liquid unceasingly seeped from his eye sockets.
His eyeballs were clearly under attack. Feeling the anomaly, Li Huowang's expression twisted into a savage snarl as his hand formed a claw, violently gouging at his own eyes.
