In one of the brightest eyeballs, a venomous divine thought of the mountain of thousand-eyed flesh emerged.
"Just wait! No matter who you are, dare to seize my opportunity, I, Thousand Eyes, will curse you for eternity, never to reincarnate! Once I reshape my true form, I'll definitely make you..."
Its curse was abruptly cut off.
Because it was horrified to find that within each of its thousands of incarnations, deep within each eyeball's pupil, was reflected a blood-red sword shadow of about an inch long!
That sword shadow seemed to be an inherent mark, imprinted there from the very beginning.
"How could this be... My thousand thoughts' incarnations are divine techniques pointing directly to the source of the divine soul, intangible and formless, how could they be..."
Fear, like a plague, simultaneously spread across its thousands of thoughts.
The next moment, all the blood-red sword shadows lit up simultaneously!
"Ah---!!!"
