882 Feeding

A burly figure walked out from the darkness. The shadow behind him was almost integrated into one with his body, giving him an especially powerful disposition.

The scorpion king crawled up, wiping off the blood from the corner of his lips with the back of his hand. He smiled softly and said, "I didn't say I wouldn't."

"I don't need you to give it to her anymore."

There weren't any animal stripes on the face of the man who walked out from the darkness. From his terrifyingly powerful disposition, he must be above the level of a four-striped beastman.

He got close to the scorpion king, emitting a killing aura that was viscous as water. "I'll take it myself!"

The scorpion king smiled and backed off slowly.