Tens of thousands of eyes.
Densely packed, they covered every corner of the black hole's inner walls.
They opened at the same time, turned at the same time, and focused their gaze on Jiang Qiao at the same time.
In that instant.
Jiang Qiao felt an unprecedented sense of pressure surge forth from the depths of the black hole.
Within the Dual Pupils' field of vision.
Those eyes glowed with an eerie dark blue.
Each one was like an independent supernatural source, radiating a cold, frigid gleam.
They had no pupils.
The entire eyeball was a pupil.
Interesting.
Jiang Qiao did not look away.
The Dual Pupils met those tens of thousands of eyes, and an eerie confrontation took place between them on the supernatural level. He could feel something within his body being stirred.
These eyes were marking him.
They were merely watching, simply staring, but the stare itself was a form of marking.
Once they looked at him, he would become part of this mine, just like those severed limbs.
Trying to anchor me?
The corner of Jiang Qiao's mouth curled into a faint smile.
The Dual Pupils suddenly erupted with a beam of gray light.
The light poured into the black hole.
Wherever it passed, every eye it touched swiftly closed, as though unwilling to clash with that power.
These eyes.
Their individual level of terror did not seem particularly high.
At the very least.
The gray light of the Dual Pupils could make them avoid it.
However, tens of thousands combined formed an eerie aura that made Jiang Qiao feel immense pressure.
And that was not all.
After those eyes closed.
Even more eyes opened.
Layer upon layer of eyes emerged across the black hole's inner walls, seemingly endless.
And the sensation of being marked grew