His face was angular, perfectly carved, with Thin red slender lips, a long straight nose, and Long dark shoulder-length hair flowing in the air. There was some kind of warm comfortable atmosphere all around him.
But when she saw his eyes, She was startled, Her body felt cold all over it. Those eyes as if contained infinite ice, Sharp icy cold with undisguised killing intent. Although, That intent was not targeted at her, She still felt fear from the bottom of her heart. It was an inherent fear of mortals, A fear of death.
This was a warning mechanism of the body to indicate to stay away from it, Don't provoke or you might die.
When she saw the front of the man, She was shocked, even more, He at this time held back the large Bhima at arm's length with one hand.
