There was now some faith in Ye Lingfeng's dark red eyes. He stood up, his face now bearing a new purple eye that matched the one on his abdomen, which was about as large as a fist. The two purple eyes seemed really cold and didn't blink at all, doing nothing more than embedding themselves into Ye Lingfeng.

Each and every moment was one of sore numbness. He grit his teeth and glared at the two eyeballs, then took out a blood-colored dagger and showed it to the eyes, but they seemed hardly perturbed. Every time Ye Lingfeng tried to stab them, they would retreat into his flesh, causing him to endlessly injure himself.

"Ugh...."

The soulfiend shook its head disapprovingly. It was a futile act that would only leave thousands of holes in him without harming them in the slightest.

"I know my parents were the ones that gave me this body. But if I don't even survive this, what would be the point...