His broad palm rubbed his enormous belly. Strange radiance continuously welled from Zhu Hong's hand and spread across that protruding, hill-like stomach.
After kneading it several times, he let out several loud farts—"puff, puff, puff"—and Zhu Hong's belly began to deflate at a visible rate.
Winged Demon Venerable Yituo was dumbfounded, and his mouth twisted with rage.
What he had used just now was the power of Heaven and Earth Laws that he had painstakingly comprehended. Let alone a World King Realm cultivator, even an Early Dao Realm expert would have suffered grievous injuries beneath that strike.
Yet this pig-like fellow at the sixth level of the World King Realm had not only swallowed his killing move in one gulp, but had even farted it all out with a few puffs.
Ye Zhen glanced at Zhu Hong, his face filled with delight.
Over these past days, Zhu Hong had used the secret art inherited through his bloodline to devour every Demon Race World King Realm and Dao Realm corpse Ye Zhen had thrown in.
Though only a few days had passed outside, Zhu Hong and the others had cultivated within Ye Zhen's Mirage Dragon Pearl Temporal Space. It had only been days for Ye Zhen, but Zhu Hong and the others had been greatly nourished for nearly a month.
So many Demon Race Dao Realm expert corpses containing astonishing energy, paired with countless spiritual medicines of heaven and earth stewed together before being swallowed, had brought an unbelievably massive increase in their cultivation.
Zhu Hong's cultivation had directly risen from the sixth level of the Mystic Palace Realm to the sixth level of the World King Realm.
Such speed was simply unheard of.
But the Demon Race was like this, especially those with noble bloodlines inherited from primordial or ancient