That night, both White Tiger City and White Tiger Mountain were quiet.
It was no different from any other night—if one ignored the flashes of bloodshed hidden in the darkness.
When the first ray of morning sunlight pulled White Tiger City out of the darkness, Ye Zhen, who had just completely absorbed the cultivation of an eighth-layer World King Realm demon commander within the Mirage Dragon Pearl Space, looked as if he were drunk. His face was flushed, and even his steps were somewhat unsteady.
Not only were his steps unsteady, but his entire body looked as though it had swollen with edema. He had puffed up by a full size, making him look incomparably bloated.
Ye Zhen smiled bitterly to himself. He had never imagined that one day, absorbing and devouring too much spiritual power would turn him into a fat man.
Over the course of that night, Ye Zhen had devoured the cultivation of seventeen demon commanders, ranging from the third or fourth layer of the World King Realm to the eighth or ninth layer.
And Ye Zhen's cultivation had soared from the second layer of the World King Realm, where it had been after devouring Hu Zi Bo's cultivation, all the way to the peak of the fifth layer of the World King Realm. He was only one step away from the sixth layer.
Little Demon had devoured, transformed, and injected too much spiritual power, causing Ye Zhen's meridians to swell under the strain. His muscles, blood, and vital energy were saturated with an immense amount of spiritual power, making his body more than twice as wide as before.
However, this was not the time for Ye Zhen to rest.
Ye Zhen was still within the bounds of White Tiger City and White Tiger Mountain. Who knew