"So, according to what Mr. Lu just said, is the Siren about to lose another person?"
The other man had been so overconfident that he let Sinking Anchor bind him. With the situation back under control, Gerard's mood had clearly improved.
So at that very moment, seeing the mysterious madman's right hand move again—the hand said to bring bloodshed wherever it went—he even felt like making a joke.
"Don't be so sure of yourself. Why does it have to be the Siren every time?"
Fu Qian shook his head.
"And don't be so conservative. Why assume there'll only be one?"
Amid his offhand taunts, he finally slowly opened his raised right hand.
This...
Considering how long he'd built up to this reveal, not a single person could resist looking at the palm he held aloft.
The next instant, everyone was horrified to see a gray-white eye turn and look at them.
There was actually an eyeball on his hand—and it didn't even look human!
It was certainly a striking sight, but they were all transcendent beings. Most of them had spent years surviving in the perilous wasteland, where they'd seen more than enough creations that defied the imagination.
A strange appearance alone was unlikely to scare anyone.
At most, they were surprised that something like that had grown on a person's hand.
What truly terrified them was that, as the eye swept over them, everything before their eyes seemed to rapidly dim, gradually losing its color.
At the same time, the mysterious madman who called himself Lu Ming—the owner of the gray eye—became resplendent as a heavenly god, impossible to look at directly.
Even a brief glance seemed to send their thoughts into disarray.
Danger!
They were all battle-hardened hunters and knew that feeling like prey was extremely dangerous. Their