Hatred (Part 2)

Qian's eyes were bloodshot, as if he had been stimulated by Mo Yao's words. He seemed to be getting crazier and crazier, and his frantic attacks reflected that.

In comparison, Qin's battle with Prison Dao Ancient God caused much less of a stir.

"Mo Yao, you ate my family and friends. You made me lose Yun. You know what? I'm going to eat you too!"

Qian's voice was hoarse.

He pounced on Mo Yao like a rabid dog, and used his Dao path to restrain the latter's Dao path, grabbing him tightly.

Then, he bit Mo Yao's chest and tore off a piece of flesh.

"Get lost!"

Mo Yao roared and struggled, and his Dao path trembled.

However, he was unable to break free.

Qian's Dao path bound the two of them tightly.

Qian took another bite, and then another.

At this moment, Mo Yao was terrified.