Erniu had gone mad.
To him, Xu Qing's words were more tempting than anything—second only to the time he had stolen flesh from Desolate.
Back then, he'd only managed to snatch a few scraps of meat by exploiting the ascension of a Divine Realm. But now… this was half a Lord God's corpse!
Especially under the stimulation of Xu Qing's meteoric rise, this divine corpse had become Erniu's ultimate obsession.
'The flesh of Desolate takes forever to digest. I can only lick it bit by bit. If I take too much, I'll explode on the spot!'
'But a Lord God's corpse? Even if it's still hard to absorb, it's gotta be easier than Desolate's flesh!'
'Plus, with those True God remains Little Qing gave me, I'll have a full set of a god!'
'Good times are coming!'
His eyes burned crimson, glowing with manic hunger as he charged through the mist like a rabid dog, zeroing in on his target.
At this moment, nothing else mattered.
Food was everything.
"My treasure, I'm coming for you!!"
