Shadow City, high tower.
Realizing that he simply could not leave the high tower, Feng Qi immediately changed his line of thought.
To put it in the narrator's terms, his sense of powerlessness came from insufficient muscle.
Becoming stronger was not easy, but inside this resource-filled tower, it was simple.
Feng Qi wanted to see whether he could activate Dark God Form using only his own devouring ability, without relying on the Goat-Head Demon's sacrifice.
He sprinted all the way to the sixth floor, where mountains of bloodstones lay before him.
Above the room was a funnel-shaped formation. Bloodstones periodically fell from above onto the pile, making crisp clattering sounds.
Without hesitation, he dove into the pile of bloodstones.
He grabbed a handful of bloodstones and brutally stuffed them into his mouth, chewing and swallowing.
His powerful digestive system immediately began operating.
The bloodstones transformed into dense, surging vitality and blood within his stomach, flooding through his limbs and bones.
Before long, his stomach rumbled like rolling thunder. A scorching sensation swept through his body, and Feng Qi's eyes gradually turned blood-red.
His heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
Like an engine with its accelerator pressed down, it helped his body digest the vitality and blood energy.
His body temperature continuously rose, veins bulging beneath his skin as it gradually turned blood-red.
"Hah!"
As he exhaled, scorching white vapor spilled from Feng Qi's mouth and nose, hissing through the air.
After cramming several more handfuls of bloodstones into his mouth, Feng Qi felt as though his body were about to burst from unbearable heat.
Hearing the narrator's reminder, Feng Qi stuffed the bloodstones in his hand into his mouth.
Chewing hard, he abruptly rose from the mountain of bloodstones, shoved aside the piles blocking his way, and ran toward the top floor.
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