Chapter 2553

Upon closer inspection, I discovered Zhao Lao carefully holding the big bowl he had fought desperately to seize, then he took a bite with great satisfaction.

What's inside this bowl is food eaten by the Human Race?

What's going on? Over a bowl of food, you wouldn't hesitate to use Mìfǎ to seize it?

Seeing Zhao Lao satisfiedly take a bite of his meal, the Demon God couldn't help but shout angrily.

"What are you eating?"

Hearing that, Zhao Lao was startled, then replied irritably.

"None of your business."

Huh???

Seeing this, the Demon God also sensed something off, carefully probed, and examined the big bowl in Zhao Lao's embrace.

No matter how you look at it, there's not a trace of the supernatural; it doesn't seem like a treasure capable of changing the tide of battle.

It doesn't even qualify as an ordinary treasure; it's just like a regular big bowl.

Combined with the food Zhao Lao ate from the bowl, a ridiculous guess that it could hardly accept suddenly arose in its mind.

Could this not just be an ordinary big bowl, and the food inside not be ordinary Human Race fare?

That seems to be the case, but the problem is, you damn it, over an ordinary bowl of ordinary food you use Mìfǎ to fight me? Are you sick?

Hard to accept the suspicion in its heart, yet there seems to be no other more reasonable explanation.

Feeling extremely uneasy inside, yet Zhao Lao kept eating his meal with relish; the more the Demon God watched, the more its anger flared, its heart feeling suffocated.

He let out an angry roar.

"Stop eating, damn it."

Immediately, anger surged from his heart, and he lunged straight at Zhao Lao to kill him.

This person is sick; today I must kill him, daring to humiliate me like this.

The Demon God was truly enraged; it had never been humiliated like this before, and today it would kill Zhao no matter what.

Facing the Demon God's furious assault, Zhao Lao naturally dared not be careless, and he also had to guard the big bowl in his arms, allowing no mishap.

For a moment, Zhao Lao chose to defend and dodge, not engaging the Demon God head-on.

Moreover, whenever he found an opening, he took a big mouthful of food, his mouth stuffed full.

Yet the more Zhao Lao did this, the more the Demon God's anger grew, feeling increasingly humiliated and stifled.

This human still eats; he must die, I will surely kill him.

Roaring inwardly, his attacks grew fiercer, but as they fought, Zhao Lao finished his bowl of rice.

Feeling satisfied, he launched a counterattack.

However, after just a few exchanges, the Demon God's aura suddenly became chaotic; the time to burn essence and blood had arrived, and the side effects inevitably descended.

Feeling his qi and blood uncontrollably wane, the Demon God's heart jolted.

Earlier, he had been so angry he forgot about burning qi and blood; only now, as the side effects surfaced, did he realize.

He thought, 'Not good,' but then suddenly realized, 'Right, Zhao just used Mìfǎ as well.'

I burned essence and blood, he employed Mìfǎ; our strengths were evenly matched, so the mutual offset caused no effect.

We remained on the same level.

Thinking this, the Demon God instantly calmed, since we were equal, there was nothing to fear.

But the next second, facing Zhao Lao's attack, the Demon God was directly blown away, looking at Zhao Lao in shock.

He saw that the opponent was completely different: the Demon God's aura was feeble, his qi and blood surging uncontrollably, impossible to suppress.

In contrast, Zhao Lao's aura was rich and solid, utterly unaffected, showing no side effects from Mìfǎ.

That's wrong; he clearly used Mìfǎ just now, so why no reaction? My side effects have come, it makes no sense that his haven't.

"What exactly have you done, vile human?"

Huh???

Seeing the Demon God again bare its teeth at him, Zhao Lao felt puzzled, wondering why this creature kept startling him, what had he done?

He didn't understand, until the Demon God roared.

"Vile human, where is your Mìfǎ? Where are its side effects? Why haven't they appeared yet."

Speaking of this matter.

Hearing this, Zhao Lao finally realized they were talking about Mìfǎ, but how could he explain this to you?

Earlier, it was strange; I used Mìfǎ because I had Ye Zhangqing's food.

After eating it, naturally there were no side effects, no worries at all.

But that foolish opponent, seeing me use Mìfǎ, also unhesitatingly burned essence and blood; at the time it left Zhao Lao bewildered, thinking it had a problem.

And now it accuses me of being vile because of this?

However, looking at the enraged Demon God and the opponent's increasingly chaotic aura, it's obvious the side effects are worsening.

Thinking this, Zhao Lao couldn't help but grin.

Originally, the two sides' strength was evenly matched, making it truly difficult to decide a victor.

But now, that fool is suffering backlash from the side effects of burning essence and blood, whereas Zhao Lao, thanks to Ye Zhangqing's food, has nothing to worry about.

With one waning and the other waxing, the advantage naturally shifted to Zhao Lao's side.

For a moment, Zhao Lao's eyes brimmed with confidence; isn't this the perfect chance to strike while you're weak and take your life?

You're suffering the backlash, but I have none; I'm still at peak condition, even having eaten that bowl of rice, my fighting spirit heightened—I must kill you, perhaps even taste some Demon God ingredients?

Thinking this, Zhao Lao laughed out loud.

"Fool, meet your death."

"You vile wretch."

Facing Zhao Lao's rainbow-like counterattack, this Demon God, deeply afflicted by the backlash of side effects, was lamenting bitterly.

His strength had fallen by at least thirty percent, and facing Zhao Lao at his peak in such a state, he was naturally no match.

Almost in the blink of an eye, this Demon God was completely suppressed.

Although he struggled to resist, it was of little use.

Zhao Lao was determined to take down this Demon God; as the saying goes, heaven's misdeeds can still be forgiven, but self-inflicted misdeeds cannot be survived.

I'm using Mìfǎ and you're following along—aren't you just courting death?

You don't know anything and you dare to follow? I, old man, have Ye Zhangqing's food; what do you have? You're just a dish in the pot, and you still follow.

The offensive grew ever fiercer, and this Demon God was beaten back repeatedly.

His wounds kept healing, then he kept getting injured again, over and over.

If this continues, defeat is inevitable sooner or later.

His teeth gritted with a creaking sound; he had never felt so stifled before.

Especially now, this Demon God simply cannot comprehend: what means did this vile human employ, that actually made the side effects of Mìfǎ disappear, and they have not yet manifested even now.

Impossible! I've never heard of any Human Race cultivator possessing a method to avoid Mìfǎ's side effects; if such a method existed, they would have used it when fighting those Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons before.

At the same time, on the battlefield, seeing even their own Demon God being beaten back repeatedly, the morale of the many Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons sank even lower.

If even the Demon God cannot withstand it, what can they do? Once the Demon God is defeated, could they possibly still face Zhao Lao, such a Human Race powerhouse?

By then, it would simply be a one-sided massacre.