Staring at one prop after another pulled out by the magician, Han Dong felt a pang of anxiety in his heart.
"Quite a few people are going to die, and it's likely not just as simple as 'death'... If I'm selected again, I might need to consider using the [Demon Eye] as my trump card. Such tools, akin to torture devices, are unbearable on a common body."
Han Dong also silently prayed not to be chosen, but deep inside there was a desire to try it out.
In the end, reason suppressed the desire, and he did not raise his thin arm... After all, he needed to be in full condition to deal with the clown later.
About five minutes passed.
Crack!
A bright spotlight shone solo on the magician, and he immediately got into performance mode.
Raising the black top hat above his head, he let go... Everyone thought the hat would fall on his head.
Who knew!
