Strands of blood burst into view.
The next moment, the large lizard crazily charged toward Jason.
This madness was true madness.
No longer a facade.
It was an instinctive response after losing its reason.
And Jason?
Just like before.
He would not dodge.
He intended to bite the opponent in the most direct way possible.
As long as he bit once, even if it meant dying once, it would be worth it.
3 points of satiation or 30 points, Jason knew well how to choose.
Pft!
Pft, pft, pft!
Crunch!
Crunch! Crunch!
The sound of flesh being torn, accompanied by crisp chewing noises, kept ringing out.
Jason's arms were torn off, but his mouth still clamped on a chunk of the lizard's flesh.
Jason's head flew off, but his mouth still clamped on a chunk of the lizard's flesh.
Jason's chest was flattened, but his mouth still clamped on a chunk of the lizard's flesh.
Jason was bisected at the waist, but his mouth still clamped on a chunk of the lizard's flesh.
