Battlefield.
After a day and a night of effort, Bai Feng and the others finally ate all forty-odd spiritual beasts.
Having consumed so many great tonics in one go, the energy within their bodies had reached its peak.
Divine light filled the air, their flesh glittered like crystal, and at this moment, they resembled sacred dharma manifestations.
"Lord Bai, what should we do next?"
Xiong Da said with difficulty.
Yet the moment he opened his mouth, divine power radiating seven-colored light streamed from his seven orifices.
Hearing this, Bai Ze shot Xiong Da a disdainful glance. "You coward, talk less."
"Eating a few bites of meat makes it look like you're about to die. I really don't know what else you can do."
After being scolded by Bai Ze for no reason, Xiong Da immediately went to sulk in a corner.
Seeing this, Bai Feng said, "Lord Bai, it's not his fault either. No one can handle eating so much in a single day."
"If you can't handle it, that doesn't mean others can't."
"As members of the Beast Race, your physical bodies are naturally stronger than those of the Human Race."
"And yet, in the end, you ate less than Chen Feng. It'd be humiliating if word got out."
At those words, Bai Feng's lips twitched, and he turned to look at Chen Feng, who was meditating nearby.
He had thought the Beast Race could rely on the strength of their bodies to crush the Human Race in this matter.
But after actually putting it into practice, Bai Feng discovered that one or two freaks would always pop up among the Human Race.
He had even used his true form, yet he still could not out-eat Chen Feng. It was simply absurd.
"Alright, move around a little. We're heading