Xie Tian's left eye, deep within the super teleportation array in the Barbaric Ancient Wilderness of the Nine States, had been gouged out by his own hand.
So, this was a dead eye.
Dead eyes around the world were almost the same, gray, lifeless.
This one was no different.
But what set it apart was that it was a dead eye—
Looking at it would kill.
Two breaths before the end of the preliminaries, Tun Cang saw this dead eye.
In just an instant, he felt the hair on his body stand on end; even counting the ancient decades of his past life, he had never faced such a deadly threat.
He was of the Kunpeng species, an elder ancestor of the Kunpeng clan, beings that transcended the Eight Fierce Beasts.
The heritage flowing through his blood told him that the dead eye harbored the destructive intent innate to the ancient monster clan.
Even the slightest touch would mean certain death, and not even thirty percent of his ancestral blood could save him.
