When Chen Yu swallowed the last piece of Holy Dragon meat, it seemed as if two torrents erupted within his body, one cold and refreshing, the other hot and scorching.
Meanwhile, the beating of his heart became even stronger.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The pulsation of the heart seemed to possess a magical power that caused the devoured power of the Holy Dragon meat to quiver slightly.
Yet, there was still no anomaly occurring.
The power of the Holy Dragon meat was absorbed by Chen Yu's body at an even faster rate.
"How can there be nothing?"
Chen Yu felt incredibly unsatisfied within.
He could imagine that the Food God's culinary skills were divine, able to turn decay into magic.
The Holy Dragon meat turned into a worldly delicacy, without a trace of the scent of blood. Beyond that, the Food God had perfectly incorporated over a hundred condiments into it, yet the condiments were completely indistinguishable.
