"Huh?"
Herbert gazed at the hollow metal cranial cavity, tilting his head slightly.
What does it mean?
Even though there was nothing physically there, he could indeed sense a gaze—a chaotic, painful yet intensely focused stare, locked directly onto him.
The epic-level perception doesn't lie.
Not to mention Nenasha also confirmed his intuition—indeed there was "someone" watching him.
So... why are you looking?
Little brother, why are you looking at me?
Herbert squinted his eyes slightly, a pure thread of soul power extended directly towards the head, making contact with that chaotic soul.
This was actually a very risky move, easily allowing the other side to intervene, or even corrupt his will.
But Herbert didn't care about such dangers at all.
Corruption? Backlash? Possession?
What is this guy talking about?.JPG
He wasn't worried about the other side trying to possess him or something.
