Ye Qingtang lifted her eyes to look at the corpse of the True God which was too big for her mind to even comprehend.
It was hard to imagine how fierce the battle between a God and a demon must have been.
Not understanding why Ye Qingtang was so stunned, the Little Heavenly Demon took this opportunity to tear off a piece of the True God's long-rotted flesh and spat it in Ye Qingtang's hand, as though it wanted her to roast it.
Ye Qingtang, "…"
The True God had already been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, so who knew whether its flesh could still be eaten? Furthermore, Ye Qingtang couldn't stand the thought of consuming a True God's flesh.
This mystic realm had already been cursed by the Cursed True God. If she ate another God's flesh…
She would probably never get out of here. She would probably die a meaningless death as well.
