At this time, I withdrew the afterglow of my gaze and cast my whole gaze on the eyeball in front of me, and at this moment, my whole person was already solemn to the extreme.

The stab had already penetrated a deep part of it before, and it could be regarded as a partial injury, and it was obviously able to be at the limit of angering the eyeball.

If you make up for it in the next time, you can put this eyeball in a state of complete madness, and at that time, everything will be easy to say.

It's just that I glanced at the knife in my hand and couldn't help but shake my head helplessly.

After these two impacts, under the tremendous force of the gluttonous pattern amplification, the entire blade had become fragmented, and fine cracks could be seen all over the entire blade.

According to the current state of the blade, it is estimated that in the next collision, it will completely turn into a pile of fragments.

To be honest, although this knife can be regarded as a lot of money, it is not a top-level prop, after all, I had a bronze ancient knife in my hand before, so as for this knife, I didn't put much effort into it.

But now is not the time to think so much, if you can really completely anger the eyeball in front of you and win a glimmer of life, even if the knife in your hand is shattered, it doesn't matter.

Rumble!

Even when I was thinking so, the white light in the eyeball in front of me was so great that the entire pupil was filled with white light.

Almost at this moment, my legs bent involuntarily, and my back was like carrying a whole mountain, and the huge pressure made my throat sweet, and a mouthful of blood involuntarily gushed up.

This was already a precursor to the irritation of this eyeball, and at this time, this eyeball did not pay attention to the glutinous rice sprinkled on him, but focused all its attention on mine.

I'm afraid it's not just because of the anger, but also partly because this eyeball does have the ability to think independently, and it is precisely because of this that he chooses to attack me first.

After all, judging from the situation, only I can cause relatively much damage to the eyeball in front of me.

As for the rest, whether it is a shooting or sprinkling glutinous rice, the damage that can always be done is negligible, and can even reach a negligible level.

I gritted my teeth fiercely, and the huge pressure pressed every bone joint in my body to click, and even some of the bones in my body had a pain that almost shattered.

Along the way, the accumulated injuries on his body also hurt faintly under this pressure.

To be honest, the injuries I have suffered along the way have basically not affected my actions in the Heavenly Divine Stone, but under this huge pressure, it seems that I have a feeling of collapse.

This time, no matter how they sprinkled glutinous rice or how painful the eyeball in front of me was, the pressure on my body was not relieved in the slightest.

The corners of my mouth involuntarily leaked a wry smile, and now it seems that this eyeball is really trying to kill me at all costs.

Judging from the current situation, I really can't do anything at all.

I could even faintly feel that the heat flowing from the gluttonous lines on my hands was gradually fading.

It is estimated that according to the current development trend, the gluttonous pattern on my hand can last for 5 to 6 minutes at most.

It can be said that things have reached the end of the road.

As the heat flow of the gluttonous pattern continued to weaken, I could clearly feel the pressure on me.

After all, now that the gluttonous pattern is weakened, the effect of the increase is naturally weakening rapidly, and the ability to resist the pressure in front of him is far from being able to compare with before.

In the current situation, no one else can help, but I am the only one who can rely on myself, and now I am completely trapped in it and cannot get out.

This is arguably enough to make anyone despair.

Even I already had an urge to give up.

But the moment this thought arose, I immediately felt a very peculiar sensation emanating from the other hand, which was diametrically opposed to the gluttonous pattern.

I can't say what this feeling was, but it was only the moment it arose, and I could feel it immediately, and my whole body became extremely relaxed.

As if the huge pressure in front of him no longer exists, this feeling is unusually light.

Almost instantly, I had figured out that this feeling had been transmitted from the imprint left by the Desert King's seal before.

As the owner of the entire tomb, the Desert King's mark can be regarded as a kind of pass in this tomb, and I am afraid that it is precisely because of this that when this mark is triggered, my whole body can be in a relaxed state.

At this moment, a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, and it became a lot easier, holding the knife in my hand that was almost broken, I slowly patted the eyeball in front of me.

The shot didn't use much force, it was like a provocation.

Almost instantly, the entire eyeball was covered with bloodshots, and it looked like the eyes of a person who was in a hurry.

Obviously, the eyeball in front of me had been completely enraged by my actions.

If this eyeball in front of me really had senses, it was normal for me to move so freely under its pressure, coupled with a flirtatious slap on the face, to be provoked.

I could clearly hear a clicking sound coming from the middle of the eyeball.

It's strange to say that the sound of this Kaka is very similar to the sound of grinding teeth, but of course this single eyeball can't do such an action.

It's done!

My gaze was extremely serious, and although the first step had been completed, the next step was not so easy to deal with.

It is very likely that this thing will attack directly, such a terrifying force, we can't be hit.

Otherwise, the moment it is hit, it is estimated that it will turn into a puddle of meat mud.

Even if I have the increase of gluttonous patterns, there is no chance of surviving in the face of such terrifying power.

After all, the gluttonous lines on my body are close to retreating, and I can't say how much strength I have left.

I don't have a clear way to perceive the state of my body now, but I know that I definitely can't compare myself to the heyday of gluttonous tattoos.

Not only in terms of resistance to blows, but also in terms of speed and reflexes.

It is precisely because of this that it is even more impossible to be careless, and if you are not careful, it will be a death.

I glanced at the people behind me.

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