Qin Yu finally realized why this seemingly warm and scholarly middle-aged man had earned the name of Evil Ghost. As he saw this man close and open his mouth, chewing on his flesh with blood dribbling down his chin, killing intent began to surge in his heart.

“Hold on! I know where the Monster Raising Mystic Art is, don’t kill me!” Qin Yu’s face was pale white and filled with extreme fear. His body shivered, no flaw in his act.

Evil Ghost frowned. He forcefully restrained his bloodthirst and coldly coughed. He said, “You had best not deceive me, otherwise if you affect my desire to feed, I will be in a bad mood.” He put down the knife. “You may speak now.”

Qin Yu’s voice trembled, “The Monster Raising Mystic Art is in…”

“In where?” Evil Ghost subconsciously approached to listen more carefully.

The Black Demon Sect hadn’t hesitated to take the risk and ruthlessly destroy the Giant Monster Sect. If he could find out where the Monster Raising Mystic Art was located, it would be a great merit for him.

When Evil Ghost drew near, a cold light flashed in Qin Yu’s eyes. There was a loud bang as the shackles twining around his arms broke apart and a fist as fast as lightning crashed into his chest.

Pa -!

There was the sound of countless collapsing bones as Evil Ghost’s entire chest caved in. His eyes widened and blood spurted out from every orifice of his head. His body flew away backwards...