In his heart surged a wave of emotions, Chen Feng gazed at the blood-red moon hanging mid-air.
Scarlet and circular, it emitted a strange crimson light.
"Is it an abnormal power fluctuation?"
"Or could it be a real eyeball?"
He had never associated it this way before, but now he couldn't help making some startling conjectures.
If it really was blinking before, then whose eyeball could it belong to?
"Evil God?"
Suddenly fixated on these two words, even though he had already witnessed the power of the Black Tide and thought himself experienced in many grand scenes.
Chen Feng still found it hard to calm his heart.
He hoped his thoughts were wrong, yet an inexplicable strong intuition arose in him, telling him that this speculation was not impossible.
At last, at the collapsed gap of the distant high wall.
Roar!!!
A gigantic roar abruptly sounded, cutting off all speculation, and then he looked up.
