The culprit behind the destruction of Sakura Country and Korea—the Gourmand—was as fragile as a plaything in Lin Yuan's hands.
Lin Yuan stepped forward, swinging his fist onto the Gourmand's joints, making him lose the ability to move.
The Gourmand writhed on the ground like a stink bug, and even in such a state, he couldn't suppress his inner craving for food.
He crawled toward Lin Yuan, inch by inch, still trying to devour and tear him apart.
Unless his soul is utterly annihilated, the Gourmand will consume anything material he can see.
For the Gourmand who'd lost the ability to move and resembled nothing more than a worm, Lin Yuan couldn't be bothered to strike again.
Smacking this thing was no different from punching a sandbag; it brought no pleasure at all.
Ignoring the Gourmand's futile struggle, Lin Yuan grabbed him by the neck, then opened a gate to the Eighteen Layers of Hell and tossed him inside.
