Godzilla?

This head no longer had anything to do with a tyrannosaurus. Instead, it looked remarkably like a dragon, though Solam could not match it to any type of dragon he knew.

Just as Solam's thoughts began to wander, the dragon head suddenly opened its eyes! Its eyes were blood-red, like weapons freshly stained with blood—sharp and brimming with a bloody aura. Those eyes seemed filled with savage killing intent. Anyone who met their gaze felt their heart jolt, followed by a chill rising within them, as if someone had pressed a weapon to their throat. It was an awful feeling.

Solam was no exception. The moment he met that gaze, his first thought was that they were finished—Godzilla was no longer Godzilla. Godzilla's eyes had never been this sharp. Put bluntly, Godzilla was just an enormous beast with pitifully low intelligence. How could it possibly display killing intent? In truth, Godzilla's eyes could only convey two emotions: one, it was hungry; two, it was not hungry yet.

But now, Solam saw it clearly. That was killing intent!

While Solam was lost in thought, the monster suddenly stopped scanning the room and fixed its gaze tightly on him! At first, its eyes were filled with intense confusion, as though it were thinking about something. A few seconds later, its eyes suddenly lit up, and its gaze became incomparably gentle. At the same time, it stretched its neck toward Solam with all its strength and whimpered pitifully, as if seeking comfort.

It was hard to imagine such a ferocious and domineering face making such a pitiful expression.

At last, Solam was certain that this thing was still Godzilla. It might have changed a little, but at its core, it was still Godzilla!

Godzilla stared at Solam pitifully for several more minutes. When