At that moment, Zheng Xiaofeng sat beside the cauldron like a madman, stuffing mouthful after mouthful of meat into his mouth.
His belly had already swollen into a round bulge, almost bursting through his clothes.
Yet he still did not stop, his eyes feverish as he kept swallowing.
To anyone else, he looked utterly bewitched by the food, reduced to a slave to his appetite.
But when Yang Yong looked closely, he immediately spotted the difference.
Zheng Xiaofeng was not blindly gorging himself.
He was using the energy in the food to temper his Armorer Sequence abilities!
Who said Zheng Xiaofeng was reckless and clumsy?
The guy was smart as hell!
Yang Yong saw through the true nature of the scene at a glance-
The food here was no free feast.
It did not directly demand one's lifespan, but instead drew out people's most primal appetite little by little, then gradually drained it dry.
Once ordinary people stepped inside, instinct would drive them to eat without stopping.
Until they lost themselves completely and became walking corpses that knew only how to eat.
But Zheng Xiaofeng neither resisted nor suppressed it.
He let his appetite erupt and ate like mad.
Because he had keenly discovered that these things were not food at all, but concentrated supernatural power!
Once eaten, they could merge into the core of his Armorer Sequence-his liquid armor-and massively expand its reserves!
Although afterward, he would need to expend several times the effort to refine it.
The surge in power was nonetheless real.
Painful, yet pleasurable.
But how could whoever designed this eerie scenario possibly be unaware of this situation?
If this continued, something was bound to go seriously wrong!
Without further hesitation, Yang Yong flicked his bone whip, precisely wrapped it around Zheng Xiaofeng's waist, and yanked!