The blood-red vertical pupil on the forehead had dimmed, but his eyes still gleamed with mad delight.
A drop of viscous black blood slid down from his brow, across his cheek, finally gathering and dropping from his chin.
At this moment, the veins surrounding the Evil Eye were fully bulging, displaying a heart-wrenching purplish-blue pattern.
This was proof of severe spiritual power overuse.
Normally, Ghost Scythe cautiously sealed this eye, disguising it as an ordinary black mole.
Besides deceiving others, the most important thing was conserving energy, reducing the precious energy seepage as much as possible.
Only in critical moments would the seal be gradually released to unleash the terrifying power that could instantly turn the tide of battle.
Until tonight, he encountered White Owl, a freakish monster beyond common reasoning.
He had no choice but to risk it all, braving the spirit overload, and unleash this nearly mutually-destructive finishing move.
