The Golden Eyes seem like fire, roasting both body and mind.
The three fingers came together like a razor, tearing through the water and extracting a silent vacuum. The blood flowing from the wounds on the fingertips, unable to infiltrate and fuse, stretched into three straight pink lines, rapidly approaching in the Sea Teeth King's pupils, infinitely magnifying, overwhelming with immense terror.
No, no, it absolutely must not be drawn!
Won't die, but more terrifying than death.
Sea Teeth King's eyes were crimson, blood-like red.
It didn't know what the White Ape was doing or planning to do, but its instincts resisted, struggled, an unprecedented survival instinct roared, erupting like a volcano.
