The Fire Poison Patriarch watched helplessly as his physical body turned to ashes, transforming into specks of golden runes and energy, until his last trace of consciousness also vanished.
"Tasty, tasty..." The little brat devoured those golden runes and energy, smacking his lips with a very satisfied expression on his face.
Toutuo Shangren suddenly collapsed on the ground, the Fire Poison Patriarch, whose strength was close to Little Heavenly Position, was just devoured like that, simply sucked in... and turned to ashes.
He was so frightened that he wet and soiled himself, nowhere near the demeanor of a king.
"I am not tasty, not tasty..."
The little brat frowned, sniffed the air, and in an instant, moved his form back into the Void Illusion Realm World.
"It stinks, it stinks."
The little brat cursed angrily and only felt much better upon returning to this world.
He took a deep breath, still feeling quite irritable.
