Mo Yin said again: "Prince Moro is the best-ranked strong man below the Great Sage. In the Rakshasa clan, there should be no such strong man? If you eat his flesh, you must make great progress in your cultivation and benefit endlessly."

"What? Let us devour the Great Prince? It's impossible, absolutely impossible. You kill us!" One of the Holy Kings, who was loyal to Prince Moro, yelled.

"Okay, as you wish."

Magic Yin stretched out a hand through the air, and his fingers turned into sharp roots, piercing into the head of the Holy King.

Amid the painful screams of the Holy King, the magic sound absorbed him into a mummy.

When the wind blows, it turns into dust and scatters all over the ground.

Suddenly, the remaining holy kings were scared.

Moyin took back the roots and turned them into five jade fingers again. She put her white index finger on her lips and licked them gently, saying, "You have eaten Prince Moro, and I will let you go. If you don't eat them, I will eat you. Think clearly and make a decision."

The holy kings of the Rakshasa clan stared at Prince Moro and turned blood red.

"Bold and unrestrained, what do you want to do?" Prince Moro hissed, and an unprecedented sense of fear arose in his heart.

Luo Yi couldn't stand it and said, "Don't do it too much?"

Mo Yin said in a deep voice: "We did it too much? Your Rakshasa tribe is doing it even more excessive in Kunlun Realm? We call it the way of others and the body. Your Highness, Princess, if you are willing to take a few bites, I can let you go. Do you want to try it?"

Although Luo Yi belongs to the Rakshasa clan, he does not eat people. Instead, he hates the bad habit of cannibalism because the forms of people are too similar to their Rakshasa clan.
Chapter completed!