The heatwave brutally crashed onto the ground, causing Julius Reed's body to nearly break through the soil and return to the surface under the force of the recoil.
Yet ultimately, the eyes had no power; they could only erupt with force by relying on the heart of a god and Julius Reed's abilities.
In essence, they were merely observational tools.
After a desperate struggle, the eyes gave up.
"I told you, I have a way to deal with this thing, but you didn't believe me." Julius Reed slowly pushed aside the dirt in front of him and placed his hand on the eyes: "Since you're not loyal to me, I've decided to get rid of you now."
'No! Wait! Listen to me!'
Julius Reed's eyes suddenly began to see some words.
It was the left eye that was controlling, communicating with Julius Reed like it had disguised itself as a painting before.
The godly eye was clearly nervous.
The words carried a sense of panic.
In the end, it was merely an object, not a person.
