Chapter 668: Counterkill

Mo Hua looked puzzled.

"Sacrifice?"

"What sacrifice?"

"Who is the sacrifice?"

Mo Hua lifted his eyelids and looked forward.

Was the "sacrifice" referring to this black-clothed leader, or was it referring to... the third, wicked eye on his forehead?

As Mo Hua's gaze shifted to that wicked eye, it trembled violently, rolling ceaselessly, and at the same time, a voice like that of Divine Thought, piercingly sharp, rang out:

"Kill!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

Mo Hua was taken aback.

The black-clothed leader also showed a look of terror.

Ever since the Divine Lord's Eye took residence within him, he had never encountered such an urgent and irascible, nearly uncontrollable situation.

Why would such a modestly hidden cultivator make the "Divine Eye" so nervous, even revealing a trace of...

Dread?

The command of the Divine Lord cannot be defied.