Wu Chang clutched his eyes, rolling on the ground. It took over ten minutes for the soul-piercing pain to reduce to a bearable level.
He climbed up from the ground and looked towards the mirror, discovering that his eyes in the reflection were blood red. Upon closer inspection, he could see countless cracks covering his eyeballs and pupils, with unextinguished embers flickering within each fracture.
Oh dear, just one glance almost scorched his eyeballs.
Compared to the black grudge hidden deep within the All-Knowing Crystal, the true form of the Evil God was as childish as Teletubbies. His high will had no power to resist in front of that grudge; it was instantly dispersed.
Fortunately, he was used to surviving cautiously, never fighting unprepared battles, and had swallowed the last Whisper of the Nameless beforehand. Otherwise, even if he didn't die on the spot, his will would collapse, turning him into an idiot.
