A hearty feast?
Millions of living beings were shocked, for anything that devours souls is certainly not benevolent.
Furthermore, the other party wanted to devour them all, an act of sheer madness.
Even Mo Jingcang frowned; this demon was excessively cruel—just what divine or demonic entity was he?
In the Primordial, this was the first time Mo Jingcang encountered such a fierce demon. The sheer intensity of demonic energy felt like it compelled his soul to bow down.
It was akin to facing the ancestral bloodline!
Could it be...
A bold thought emerged in Mo Jingcang's heart, instantly astonishing him, as sweat began to bead on his forehead, while his hands inside his sleeves clenched tightly.
"You want to eat us?"
Sun Wukong laughed angrily and whipped out the Chaos Purple Gold Staff, ready for battle.
