The manticore walked calmly in front of the little girl, its cold scarlet eyes glaring coldly, with cruelty and greed.

This monster with a sphinx body, dragon wings, and scorpion tail is extremely hungry for human flesh and blood, and they also love to torture their prey.

Now the manticore has had enough.

This weak human cub has been played with by it for more than an hour, and it no longer has the strength to move. It is time to torture and kill her.

It can both fill your stomach.

It can also make its owner feel happy.

The manticore raised its head and roared, then pounced and pushed the little girl to the ground.

The little girl gritted her teeth and struggled.

She wants to escape.

But the speed of the manticore was so fast, its bloody mouth tore off her arm in an instant.

Warm blood spattered, the manticore shook its ferocious head, and the girl under its mouth was torn apart like a broken rag doll.

The cheers in the stands became louder and noisier.

Even in the face of such pain.

The little girl still bit her lip without making a sound. Her eyes, which were gradually stained by blood, looked at the nobles in the stands of the arena.

It's as if each of them is deeply engraved in my mind.

Even if you fall into hell, you can't forget it.
Chapter completed!