Chapter 2551: Who Will Take My Place?

Not having to consume our own origin power, and not fearing injury—when have we ever fought such a wealthy battle?

And the others present, although they were angry, upon hearing this Heavenly Family Elder's words, each fell into thoughtful contemplation.

After all, what the other side said makes sense.

If it's not necessary, who would willingly consume their own origin source power? That thing is extremely hard to recover, and there are hardly any treasures that can replenish it.

Right now, Ye Zhangqing's food actually has the effect of limb regeneration—what's there to hesitate about?

Just come back to eat after your limbs are broken.

For a moment, the many cultivators who had eaten were all high-spirited, and another worry was resolved.

Those who had eaten returned to the battlefield one after another, and those who hadn't eaten also arrived one after another.

This thing seems to need no instruction; everyone just learned it on their own.

Taking turns to eat, anyway just let a companion hold the line for a bit—it's no big deal, eating is just a few bites.

Xu Jie, Zhao Zhengping, and the others naturally got busy, while Ye Zhangqing inside the Fire Room was likewise standing before the stove, unable to stop.

The food ahead is being consumed too fast; Ye Zhangqing simply cannot stop.

Moreover, the ingredients—those just delivered—had no time to linger; they were instantly cleaned up by the masses of Immortal Chefs from Cooking King Immortal City and Immortal City Beyond the Heavens, ready to be put in the pot.

The many cultivators, under Ye Zhangqing's delicious food, were indeed high in fighting spirit.

Facing the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon's full counterattack, the battle so far has shown no sign of falling behind.

However, on the battlefield right now, the most bitter are Zhao Lao, Huang Lao, the Heavenly Family Ancestor, and the other Present Era's Strongest.

It's not for any other reason; it's simply because up to now, no one has eaten a single bite.

Actually, given Huang Lao's nature, he would have gone to get a meal long ago, but the problem is he can't pull himself away.

This Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon of commander level is tightly gripping him, leaving him with no possible recourse.

In desperation, Huang Lao just now said to the Heavenly Family Ancestor beside him.

"Heavenly Brother, help me block for a moment—I'll go grab a bite."

Huh???

Hearing this, the Heavenly Family Ancestor startled, but the next second he shouted angrily.

"Get lost, you help me block—I haven't eaten either."

"You help me first, and when I return I'll help you."

"Is that human talk? Can I even block it?"

From the start of the fight till now, we haven't gained any advantage; even one-on-one it's like that—you want me to help you block, and then a two-on-one would still be pointless.

The Heavenly Family Ancestor simply has no confidence; this definitely won't work.

Huang Lao also understands this, so even though he's starving, he can only grit his teeth and keep fighting.

But looking around at the others, they've each had several rounds of food, yet he still hasn't eaten a single bite.

Right now, wanting to end the battle quickly is also impossible.

He grits his teeth in secret, yet there's nothing he can do.

"Damn it."

Just as unhappy as Huang Lao, Zhao Lao also has no recourse at all.

After all, the only one present capable of dealing with this Demon God before us is Huang Lao.

This Demon God's strength is far greater than that of the one we encountered earlier on the road.

Even if Huang Lao and the others joined forces, they couldn't stop it; only Zhao Lao can personally take action.

At least Huang Lao and company can still think of a plan, but Zhao Lao doesn't even have anyone to replace him.

"Damn it, why is there no one?"

Cursing silently, after a hard clash that was still undecided, Zhao Lao gritted his teeth and glared at the Demon God before him, speaking irritably.

"How about we take a brief rest? You rest too."

Huh???

Hearing this, the Demon God blinked, thinking, "What nonsense is this? In the middle of the fight you want a halftime break? Do you think we're playing house?"

He immediately roared with a furious face.

"You dare humiliate me? Die!"

Saying that, he launched into a furious attack without hesitation; Zhao Lao's mouth twitched—he's simply an idiot, impossible to communicate with.

"Damn it, I just want to eat."

Unfortunately, this Demon God naturally doesn't know what Zhao Lao is thinking.

This is a life-and-death battle; both sides are fighting with their lives on the line—who stops midway to rest?

Isn't this outright humiliation? Anyone would be angry.

So, giving Zhao Lao no chance to catch his breath, the Demon God's assault grows ever fiercer, and Zhao Lao can only respond with all his might.

However, in the battle, the Demon God also felt strange.

What about those humans who previously cast the Mìfǎ? It just roughly scanned the battlefield, yet it didn't find a single weakened human cultivator.

What about those who had previously cast the Mìfǎ? Not even one?

By the timing, this weak period shouldn't have passed yet.

Moreover, according to the report from its subordinates, under their lure, the number of human cultivators who cast the Mìfǎ should not be few.

Since there are many of them, why can't we see a single one on the battlefield?

It's truly strange.

This leaves the Demon God utterly baffled, completely unreasonable—it clearly made so many preparations, yet sees no results at all.

Now that it can't see those humans who previously cast the Mìfǎ, the arrangements it made beforehand are meaningless.

Besides this reason, this Demon God became even more furious.

This group of Human Race cultivators seemed strange from the start; moreover, what's with that curling cooking smoke not far away?

On this battlefield, what are you Human Race up to?

Because Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons simply don't understand cooking or delicacies.

They just eat raw, consuming fur and drinking blood.

After capturing and killing these Human Race cultivators, these Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons don't bother with any preparation—they just devour them directly.

So, how could these Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons understand the Human Race's culinary ways?

Just that curling cooking smoke makes this Demon God feel annoyed, always feeling this group of people is improper.

Just with Zhao Lao blocking it, it also lacks the energy to attend to other matters.

Just as Zhao Lao is unable to free himself at the moment, this Demon God also lacks the strength to attend to other things.

Therefore, facing the battlefield, Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons are constantly being killed, and these Human Race cultivators even take away their corpses; seeing this, the Demon God can only grit his teeth in secret, but he has no way to do anything, let alone stop it.

By the way, there are also corpses; this group of Human Race also collects the corpses of these Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons, not knowing what they're for—it's utterly strange.

Anyway, everything feels off, but I can't explain it clearly.

Just as this Demon God was wandering in thought, Zhao Lao saw a Wushen Palace cultivator passing by his side.

His eyes lit up, as if he suddenly thought of something, and he shouted.

"Stop."

Hearing that, the Wushen Palace cultivator startled, looked at Zhao Lao fiercely battling that Demon God, and blurted out without thinking.

"Senior Zhao Lao, don't joke—I can't block this; if you haven't even eaten yet, I'm afraid I'll be gone—no, no."

"Huh?"