"Boring."
Ye Mingqiu leaned against the wall, his icy eyes reflecting the retreating backs of the crowd, choosing not to pursue them, for there was no need.
The spiritual corruption of the [Eye of Omaragon] is more terrifying than ordinary people imagine; now it doesn't even need to be worn directly, only stored within the storage space to quietly exert its effect, akin to a special aura like a [Title].
However, its special effect is not positive but a purely negative curse that blurs the host's memory, corrupts the host's spirit, weakens the host's will, gradually turning them into mindless puppets.
And in this process, the host will gradually forget the fact that the [Eye of Omaragon] exists within the storage space, swimming in an ocean of despair.
"Truly cruel."
Ye Mingqiu casually remarked.
Although those people have escaped on the surface, the final result may not be better than survival, and might even be worse.
