Breaking Instinct

Watching Fengjin reach his hand into the wound, Kurosaki Ichigo could not help but show a trace of surprise.

The Fengjin before him now had strange colors blooming in his eyes. That pitch-black darkness, which seemed capable of devouring all color, together with the small ring of white remaining around his right pupil, cast an evil, unsettling air over Fengjin's smile.

With a spine-chilling smile on his face, Fengjin Chehu pressed his palm hard against the wound, with enough force to pry the original gash open even wider. The blood that had already been pouring out surged forth in greater volume, flooding over his palm and dripping from his elbow onto the ground.