In the desolate forest, Zhao Feng’s eyebrows were furrowed and he rubbed his temples. A wave of pain came from his left eye.
He didn’t know if it was just him, but the freezing pond in his left eye started to ripple. It was as if an ice mountain was about to melt.
“This feeling…”
Zhao Feng felt slightly tired.
He had a similar feeling before when the God’s Spiritual Eye went through a change, but it hurt more this time.
It was fine if he didn’t use his God’s Spiritual Eye, but once he did the pain would be tens of times to hundreds of times stronger.
Zhao Feng couldn’t confirm whether this was because he had overused his eye in the Ruins or his God’s Spiritual Eye was about to evolve.
Maybe it was a bit of both and it had started to undergo an unknown change.
The change in the God’s Spiritual Eye and what it would turn into was something Zhao Feng couldn’t control.
