Although he still felt some physiological fear, when Xia Feng bit into the delicate skin of Dragon God's neck and the cool Spiritual Flow surged into his mouth and nose, he felt slightly relaxed.
He reached out to wrap his arms around the shoulders of the woman on the Divine Throne, his black pupils contentedly narrowed, sipping the Dragon Blood little by little.
The Evil Power, carried by the Dragon Spirit Blood, was even purer and came with a sweet vanilla ice cream flavor. It was chillingly cold upon entry, penetrating his heart and spleen, nourishing his soul.
Xia Feng felt his spiritual power steadily and slowly climbing.
He had now learned how to absorb the Evil Power more comfortably, so as not to overindulge suddenly and make himself too full.
But just as he was comfortably buried in her neck, a terrifying divine pressure suddenly fell, his heart stopped again, and his slightly narrowed black pupils suddenly opened wide.
