"Where is the Sacred Eye? It's been searched for thousands of years without a trace."
"In your right eye, in the right eye of every demon race!" Lu Hong declared somberly.
"Right eye?" The demons were startled. Was this some kind of joke?
"If you want to live, listen to me!" Lu Hong had no time to explain, nor did he know how to explain.
"Fine, I'll listen to you!" Tong Ling, with steely determination, plucked out his own right eye, and a blood-stained eyeball unfolded in the palm of his hand, "What now?"
As soon as Tong Ling finished speaking, the eyeball floated into the sky on its own, transforming into a tiny fragment.
"Is it really the Sacred Eye?!" Everyone was shocked, and then the City Lords of the demon cities followed suit, with dozens of fragments shooting up into the sky and merging together.
