The cross's jagged, sharp break plunged half a meter deep into the giant eye, spattering black blood high into the air.
The self-proclaimed "Great Yog," that giant eye, let out a heart-rending roar. The ground cracked, and countless solitary eyes opened up from the floor, followed by the ceiling, the walls, the chandeliers, the sculptures—everything in the church morphed into the eyes of Great Yog, filled with cruelty and slyness in their bloodshot gaze.
"Great Yog is watching you!"
He bellowed.
Li Yan felt a sharp pain in his temple. Such a psychic attack would have been enough to make an ordinary person bleed from all orifices and die.
