This endless aura of death seemed to provide him with limitless nourishment for growth.
When he first arrived, his body was a few dozen feet long, but after an hour, it had increased by a third, and it continued its tireless devouring.
He knew that this opportunity was too rare.
Leaving here meant never having such a concentrated devouring opportunity again.
So even at the risk of exploding, he wanted to devour as much as possible.
Above his head, there was a sharp horn, faintly flickering with golden light.
This was the Golden Horned Flood Dragon.
In its eyes was a greedy gleam, devouring desperately, until it could devour no more.
Then it quickly returned to Fang Che's Divine Sense Space.
It awakened the Little Elf Ming Shi.
Ming Shi immediately took out the spear and drilled itself into the great spear, preparing to transport.
And the Golden Horned Flood Dragon released all the evil and death auras it had devoured into the Divine Formless Jade.
