The closer the barbed spike got to the observer's brain, the higher the chance of madness.
At this moment, Wang Yiweng had already pierced the barbed spike into his own palm,
Li Chengfeng stood in front of the water tank, monitoring the movements of "Hunger," which seemed eerily still.
"Yiweng, have you received the signal from Blood Well's Brain?"
"Still collecting."
Wang Yiweng replied,
"Alright."
Li Chengfeng bent over and continued observing. Ordinarily speaking, once Blood Well's Brain connects with the bizarre creature, the creature's movements should become chaotic.
The perception generated by the four Blood Well Spirits was unimaginably terrifying, their combined perception even capable of distorting reality around them.
Such formidable perception, once infiltrating a creature's flesh, flowed like surging electric currents that caused its body to spasm and muscles to twitch uncontrollably.
Yet "Hunger" seemed unnervingly calm. Too calm.
"What's going on..."
