When the berserk man noticed his meal was disturbed by another person, their eyes turned bloodshot.
"How dare you ruin my meal!" They roared furiously. Soon, their aura rose up, and they began to emit a deadly pressure.
'Hmm?' Mirelle's eyes narrowed upon seeing the situation. It appeared that the berserk slave of this event was inherently different from the ones in the capital.
How was it possible that their strength could continue to increase and explode tremendously?
Naturally, the sudden surge of power came at a deadly cost.
In less than a few seconds, the man's body started to decay rapidly, but their state remained intoxicated. They only had one thing in mind.
And that was to eliminate the person who dared to interrupt his mealtime!
"Become my meal as well!" The man scoffed.
After the declaration, their muscles twisted unnaturally as black veins bulged across their skin. They kicked the ground heavily, using it as leverage to propel themselves toward her.
