The dusk nun watched Zheng Yichen, who was clutching his right eye, and her suppression of Tia paused for a moment, during which Tia, whose hands had been torn off and body nearly ripped apart, broke free.
Zheng Yichen crushed his right eye without hesitation.
The dusk nun fell into a brief stillness.
"Three...two—"
Tia's clear voice echoed in Zheng Yichen's ear, as if whispering beside him, but Zheng Yichen could see nothing now. In his perception, there was nothing existing around him.
The only sound was an unsettling tearing noise. Without his vision, time seemed to stretch.
Something was wriggling in the socket of his left eye, emerging and drilling into the hollow of his right eye socket. Lilith's voice seemed to turn hoarse.
So, what's the last number?
In the extended time, the darkness in Zheng Yichen's vision gained a bloody hue. It seemed as if his lost vision was restored, but everything he saw was twisted and chaotic.
