He tried to put the disc carapace into his backpack, only to find that the bag was soaked through with blood and had quite a pool of it inside.
Qin Siyang poured out the sticky blood and stuffed the disc carapace inside.
"This bag looks ruined. I'll replace it when I get back."
By the time he had eaten his fill, his sequence progress had risen by roughly another fifth.
"Going from Sequence Level four to five takes eating a whole lot of gods..."
Although he had not finished eating the Ghost-Faced Heron, he had cleared out almost all the innards in its belly. The other parts were connected to the outside of its body, and eating them would likely draw Li Tianming's attention.
"Ah, if I'd come alone, I'd definitely eat this entire Ghost-Faced Heron."
Unfortunately, he could not.
Without Li Tianming's help restraining the Ghost-Faced Heron, he would probably have been dead by now.
"Ah, small gods barely improve me anymore, but I'm not strong enough to kill medium gods myself, and it's easy to get into danger. If I were strong enough, I could stay outside the Safe Zone, killing and eating gods nonstop. What a shame."
Pretending he had only just finished fighting, he punched through the other side of the Ghost-Faced Heron's belly in a state of "utter exhaustion" and crawled out, panting.
"That was close! I nearly died!"
But as he endured the pain and limped toward Li Tianming, he realized there was no response.
He wiped more blood off his visor and saw Li Tianming smoking, watching him with an indifferent expression.
Feeling a little guilty, Qin Siyang said, "Old Li, I'd have been dead this time if it weren't for you! You're incredible!"
Li Tianming snorted and kept smoking.
"Old Li, what's