The King Banquet

In just a short breath or two, only half of the Demigod’s blood remained.

“Master, stop…!”

The Kun Yun Partial Thought was extremely nervous. What kind of history did his Master have? How was he able to absorb the blood of a Demigod with such force?

Luckily, Zhao Feng quickly stopped his God’s Spiritual Eye.

Within the dimension of his left eye, the lake had expanded to ninety-nine yards. A faint purple occasionally glittered on the surface of the lake.

The God’s Spiritual Eye and his eye-bloodline had become stronger.

The Demigod’s blood helped the God’s Spiritual Eye become closer to awakening and evolving.

Zhao Feng revealed a look of joy.

When the lake reached a hundred yards, there would be a change, but right now, Zhao Feng didn’t want to fall into deep sleep. Besides, he needed to conserve at least half of the Demigod’s blood in order to revive Kun Yun.

“Master, you can’t take any more of the blood.”