LONG GUANG WAS already fighting the head of the Sheng Family. On the other hand, Brownie was fighting those other weaker God Emperors to whom he would only slap them with his paw and become meat pastes.
While he disdained to devour weaker God Emperors, he still chose to devour others. Scarcity was not the problem. It was quality.
As the ongoing fight progressed, the heaven and earth qi within Da Sishen had greatly increased by a large margin. Everyone was busy fighting each other. Except for those outside Death City, nobody noticed the increase.
And nobody noticed the huge but inaudible breaths of a creature imprisoned at the bottom of the Hundred Deaths Gorge River.
"A member of the Dragon Race?" the head of the Sheng Family questioned as he stared at the little kid's playful face. "Why is there still someone alive from the Dragon Race?"