The Sixteenth Game: Battle Royale 28

At this moment, James looked like some kind of modified monster-an eye growing right out of his palm!

If Wen Nannan were here, she would've definitely shouted, "What the hell?!"

But there was no time for jokes in this dire situation. Zhang Wenshan could feel the evil force emanating from that eye—an overwhelmingly cold and powerful energy clutched his skull, twisting it again and again toward one side. No matter how hard he tried to resist, it was completely futile.

Yan Jinyan wasn't faring any better. Su Nan was the only one still holding out, and the tables were turning fast. Either all four of them would be wiped out, or Su Nan would pull off a last-ditch miracle.

By now, the other players were nearly all gone. Only the four of them remained.

Without any cover, Su Nan sprinted at full speed behind James and plunged a knife straight through his palm—impaling the eye embedded there as well.