He had devoured the divinity within the Hunting God's divine kingdom.
Huo Ling had truly eaten his fill.
If he burned through these potential points, he would be able to analyze many more laws, accelerating his cultivation progress in the legendary rank.
After savoring the lingering aftertaste of devouring that divinity, Huo Ling glanced at the Dusk God.
He had the feeling that the Dusk God seemed to have discovered something.
After Huo Ling finished devouring the divinity, the Dusk God had already descended to the ground. He behaved himself and did not dare look at Huo Ling again.
Huo Ling did not continue wasting time on the Dusk God. Instead, he turned his gaze toward the Hunting God's divine body.
He descended from the sky and arrived beside the divine body.
A god's corpse was still a corpse—one could even call it a treasure.
In this lifetime, Huo Ling had made quite a few undead warriors from goblins, kobolds, orcs, devils, demons, and even humans.
He had never truly raised a god as an undead before. Though this was merely a minor demigod, it was still a god.
A god's divine spark was the most precious thing, but for the combat strength of the undead after its revival, Huo Ling still tearfully left it within the corpse.
Looking at the divine blood splattered around the battlefield.
With a wave of Huo Ling's hand, nearly all the divine blood across the battlefield—whether it belonged to the Dusk God or the Hunting God—rose into the air at once before Huo Ling collected it.
These were all excellent materials.
Whether used to enchant equipment or write scrolls, they produced remarkably good results.
The value of a god's corpse far exceeded that of most living creatures.
Huo Ling stored away the Hunting God's