Keith's expression changed as he watched the adults rush forward.
His eyes turned cold as he looked at them.
The moment the first human came within arm's reach—
SWIIIF!
The air was cut apart as Keith's palm struck out.
The human was sent flying more than a dozen meters before crashing heavily onto the ground.
He coughed up blood...
Then died.
The entire crowd came to a sudden stop.
Their eyes widened, almost as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, as they stared at Keith in terror.
No wonder he had asked for their children.
Did he want them to trade their children for food?
Was that what he wanted?
The humans couldn't help but think so.
Meanwhile, Keith felt something moving beneath the skin of his arms.
It writhed like a worm.
His scales threatened to break through his skin as an unprecedented thirst suddenly surged within him.
Killing that human...
It felt as though he had just drunk the sweetest cup of wine.
But it wasn't enough.
In fact...
