Li Huowang looked up, utterly stunned by the giant eye in the sky.
As the divinatory symbols in the sky kept shifting and changing, the huge vertical pupil sometimes looked left, sometimes right, and followed the dark clouds as they gradually pressed lower.
There was no emotion in that eye, the only thing that could be felt from it was suffocating chaos.
Chaos should not be seen with the naked eye, but at this moment, Li Huowang was certain that what he was seeing was indeed an eye of chaos.
From this eyeball, a strange chant wafted, causing Li Huowang to cover his ears in agony.
He remembered this chanting! He had heard it once over a hundred miles away in the Capital City, and now it seemed that this was the source!
Compared to the mildness before, the sound here was undoubtedly much louder, a fact proven by the people around Li Huowang who had covered their ears and died violently.