For the first time, those strange golden eyes revealed a hint of terror.
Well, not for the first time.
He'd felt the exact same way last time he was captured by that old witch Ignatius Phoenix from the Phoenix Clan.
He could sense the other party was deadly serious—she really would kill him.
"Want to try transforming?"
Corbin Crowley's voice was icy enough to freeze water, a violent, murderous intent surging in his silver eyes. His fingers around the throat tightened little by little. "Or should I just crush this noisy little bug right now?"
If not for the fact that the plague hadn't been resolved yet, he would've squashed this damned bug already.
"Stop! Corbin!"
Luna rushed forward, trying hard to pry open Corbin's tensed arm, but after a long while, got nowhere.
She could feel the terrifying force coiled in that arm, terrified he'd shatter the Golden Silkworm King with just a little extra strength. "Let him go! He was just joking!"
