In the realm of void perception.
Countless dark purple fine lines sometimes Entangle, sometimes separate, resembling iron nematodes swimming in water, sending chills down one's spine.
Shao Zifeng's right hand trembled slightly, with purple-red energy particles threading through his fingers. At the moment the purple-black virus was about to touch the spirit, a strong suction erupted from the abstract eyes.
"Squeak!!"
The purple-black fine lines struggled to break free, but they were gradually sucked into the eyes.
One strand.
Two strands.
A hundred strands.
In just a few seconds, all the purple-black fine lines were absorbed by the eyes.
One end of the virus strands was bound by the eyes while the other end struggled frantically. Shao Zifeng's hand appeared as if it had grown living hair, looking extremely bizarre.
