Su Mo's calm voice echoed in the purple mist.
Long Qiu wanted to retort.
But before he could say anything.
The eyeball on the left palm fell off.
Bang!
Then, there was the sound of rolling.
However, the sound did not last forever.
After rolling for a short distance.
The eyeball suddenly grew many tiny tentacles.
At first glance, it looked like an octopus that was dozens of times smaller.
The eyeball octopus suddenly looked in his direction.
His pupils actually emitted a fiendish light.
It hit his body directly.
From this fiendish light, not only did Long Qiu feel a subtle power of laws, but he also felt a faint sense of power.
More importantly, he felt a strong chaotic will.
This will was not enough to shake his rationality.
However, it also shocked him.
Because the eyeball that was detached from his hand had actually developed its own consciousness.
It was a consciousness born from extreme pollution.
