Lin Feng had already reached the peak of this multiverse.
To him, such a feast was nothing more than a trivial amusement.
He could swallow an entire ancient immortal elder dragon without the slightest effort, and the creature would hardly make a difference.
Its vast body would scarcely be enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.
Fullness, for him, was a concept foreign and trivial.
It was a notion that applied only to mortals bound by ordinary limitations.
Li Zhiyan couldn't help but stare in astonishment.
She found herself swallowing unconsciously, again and again, as Lin Feng continued eating with relentless momentum.
The rhythm of his movements… calm, efficient, unstoppable… created an odd pressure in the room.
It was as though slowing down would be a silent admission of inferiority.
His appetite was strangely infectious.
Lin Feng noticed the subtle way her throat moved, the way her gaze lingered on the remaining plates.
