The pair of colossal eyes amid the thunderclouds chilled everyone's hearts, initially resembling an odd phenomenon, but now they plainly appeared as a towering giant looking down upon them from the clouds.
"Bloody hell, the main event has arrived!"
Qin Jun cursed inwardly, his face grim, his sword-like eyebrows tightly knitted, and he wasn't the only one with a darkened expression.
The overwhelming oppression made the entire Imperial Capital suffocate, with every corner able to look up and see those daunting eyes.
"My God! What is that..."
"The eyes of a god?"
"Hiss—Am I seeing things?"
"Is the doomsday of the Imperial Capital upon us?"
"What are you panicking for? Those eyes are clearly here to deal with Qin Jun and the others!"
Various discussions arose from the Imperial Capital, filled with fear, despair, disbelief, and surprise.
The Beigong Ancestor looked up respectfully and called out, "Thank you, Ancient Senior, for your assistance!"
Ancient Senior?
