Wang Zijia this time did not embed it into his own eye socket, but just stretched out his left hand.
A rift automatically opened in the palm of his hand, flesh sprouts wriggling within the deep red flesh and blood, yet not a single drop of blood water flowed out, as if it were a grotesque eye socket.
Wang Zijia brought the crystal eye close to the wound, and the fluorescent fiber thread at its back seemed to sense something.
During the wriggling, it penetrated into the flesh and blood, entangling with the twitching flesh sprouts.
The next moment, as the nerve fibers behind the eyeball tensed up, Wang Zijia released the fingers pinching the eyeball.
"Pop!"
Like an ox tendon, the highly elastic fiber directly pulled the eyeball, embedding it into the palm of Wang Zijia's left hand.
"Click-click!"
