The pair of eyes had already turned into a pair of pupils of different colors. The left side was golden, and the right side was grayish-white. There was a kind of indifference that ignored all living things. It was like a creature at the top of the world that pitied some ants.
However, this time, other than indifference, there was another complicated emotion, which was endless chaos.
Xu Bai stood up and suddenly raised his hand to the void in front of him.
Gold and grayish-white interweaved and flowed out of his palm, repelling the blood-red color in the sky.
After the gold and grayish-white colors intertwined, they did not gradually spread out. Instead, they turned into human figures one after another.
These figures were as numerous as the hair on an ox. From afar, one could not see the end of them, and their numbers were countless.
