Demon!
The demon has truly come!
"Xiaocui is a demon!"
Countless chanting villagers screamed in terror, frantically fleeing in all directions. The Violent Dragon devoured them one by one, indulging in bloodshed, as ordinary people appeared as fragile as paper to him.
Amidst the fleeing crowd, Tu Sanyi ran the fastest; he had possessed such an ability since childhood.
"You deserve to die!"
After consuming several villagers, the Violent Dragon regained some clarity.
He suddenly lunged toward the bonfire, biting off the temple priest's neck, swinging him forcefully, and smashing the priest into the fire, breaking countless scattered firewood, and rescuing Zhou Xiaocui and the others.
"Yong!"
Zhou Xiaocui cried out in grief.
