บท 268: THE WORLD OF BLACK AND WHITE II

"Correct yourself." Alex raised a hand and opened his palm.

The eyes continued to look down on Alex, not putting his existence in its gaze.

Alex slowly started to close his palm, starting from his pinky finger. As his fingers covered his palm, the space where the giant eyes in the sky were, began to compress and squeeze.

But right before Alex's index finger could fall, he found it hard to keep the rest of his fingers on top of his palm. It was as if something was trying to force his hand open.

Suddenly, Alex started to hear a voice speak, madly in his ears. He couldn't understand the language, but he could discern the intentions behind the language.

'A mortal soils my return, with such puny powers. If you do not wish to die a gruesome death, complete the ritual for me.' This voice came with some kind of compelling resonance. If an ordinary cultivator listened to this voice, the person would have lost his mind.