Chapter 741: Counterattack (1/2)
The elder was shaken; he had realized that this greedy, ugly, old woman’s reputation wasn’t undeserved. Just that abyssal darkness origin power alone was at the marquis level. Add to that her peculiar and treacherous secret arts, this old lady was the type of enemy people weren’t willing to encounter.
The bloody color in the basin quickly faded away, giving way to a clear liquid as smooth as a mirror. Following a loud shout from Heaven’s Eye, the water flowed out and became a true mirror’s surface.
On the reflective surface, Nighteye and Qianye were talking about something face to face.
“Is it them?” The elder’s tone was clearly skeptical. As he saw it, the two youngsters were simply too young—even if they were humans, known for their short lives and early maturation. It was hard to believe such young people could kill the Werewolf Genius Gary as well as the experienced Gillette and his guard force.
There was only one possibility in his heart. These two must be vampires or demonkin who had maintained their youthful appearance, when in reality, they were a couple hundred years old.
Heaven’s Eye was also startled. “Wait a minute, this result is a bit strange. I can sense that they are extremely young. Such surging vitality and aura cannot appear in those old fellows.”
It was at this time that Qianye and Nighteye seemed to have sensed something. Their figures began emitting ripples which quickly blurred the projection.
Heaven’s Eye immediately muttered a short incantation and pointed a finger at the basin. A drop of near-black blood fell into the receptacle, returning the image to clarity.
The elder was somewhat anxious, but he was also afraid of disturbing Heaven’s Eye. All he could do was wait with bated breath.
The old woman heaved a sigh of relief after seeing the image become clearer. “It’s alright, their bloodlines are extremely weak, only a bit stronger than ordinary people. If the Wolf King’s blood you gave me is genuine, I doubt they’re related to Gary’s death. They’re simply too weak, too weak.”
The elder said, “Perhaps they used some kind of hidden secret art. Do you have any way to see their race?”
Heaven’s Eye nodded and let out a bestial growl, one full of extreme agony. Her eyes were shut tight, but the skin on her forehead opened up and an eerie third eye appeared amidst the flesh and blood. The eyeball spun about continuously as it scanned the outside world.
Heaven’s Eye let out a mournful cry as she reached into the basin and threw several drops of black blood into it.
Seemingly attracted by the black blood, the strange eye’s line of sight landed on the mirror surface. It suddenly expanded in size, shooting out a faintly-discernible ripple of darkness that entered the mirror and vanished on the other side.
This was the Heaven’s Eye, the source of her name.
Seeing this pulsating eyeball, even the werewolf elder who had seen so much massacre and peculiarities couldn’t help but feel a chill creep into his heart.
At this moment, Nighteye and Qianye were glancing about the courtyard. They had both sensed something staring at them—a cold, moist, and evil vision akin to a snake slithering over one’s skin. It was inexplicably disgusting and uncomfortable.
Both of them activated Bloodline Concealment the moment this sensation came into contact with their bodies, retracting their auras in a bid to disrupt the other party’s judgment. They managed to extricate themselves briefly from this sensation, but before long, the invisible sensation grew even stronger and continued to cast its gaze upon the duo.
This time, they knew for sure that something was up.
Nighteye’s pupils grew blood-red, while the depths of Qianye’s eyes surged with a deep blue shade. The two scanned their surroundings with their eye-abilities, hoping to find the source of this hidden line of sight.
The two looked up at the sky at almost the same time. A mass of darkness had gathered in the air at one point. It seemed formless and intangible, almost like a blotch of floating ink.
Despite possessing the same True Sight, Nighteye’s blood energy was somewhat weaker compared to Qianye’s. In her vision, she could make out a ball-shaped object hiding in the cloud of darkness and suspected that it might be an eye. In Qianye’s eyes, however, he could see the projection of a sinister-looking eyeball looking down at them from above.
The gaze was almost tangible as it scanned Qianye and Nighteye’s bodies repeatedly, trying to peer into the secrets within.
Being swept over by this kind of gaze was akin to being licked all over by a lizard. It was even more uncomfortable than before.
Nighteye wasn’t sure about what to do. She picked up the Carol of Shadows and opened fire, but the origin bullet passed through the projection without affecting the eyeball in the slightest.
Qianye put down the origin gun in his hand after seeing Nighteye’s fruitless shot. He suddenly recalled—from the knowledge he had gained from the River of Blood—a method to deal with such peculiar lifeforms.
Without a second thought, he drew the Twin Flowers, unfurled his wings of light, and shot a beam of dark golden blood energy into the hovering eyeball! And there was a feather flickering inside the blinding light.
To deal with this mysterious, hidden enemy, Qianye used the Shot of Inception without the slightest bit of hesitation. Even as an unfinished product of the Black-Winged Monarch, the Shot of Inception was incredible in many ways, including the ability to traverse space and chase down the source.