But Hu Qi was different. Backed by his Spirit Devouring Talent, his body converted any food with one hundred percent efficiency, wasting not a single iota.
Combined with effective exercise.
This was the reason for such a drastic transformation.
WHOOSH!
A moment later.
In the center of the room, Hu Qi, holding a posture with his arms wrapped around his chest, suddenly opened his eyes.
A stream of white vapor, three to four meters long, shot from his mouth. It resembled a long, white dragon, only dissipating after it struck the gray-white wall.
The next second.
The color of Hu Qi's skin, once crimson as blood, rapidly faded back to normal.
He relaxed his Pile Posture and felt a pang of hunger from his abdomen.
He walked over to the table, picked up a bowl of steaming, black medicinal soup, and without a moment's hesitation, tilted his head back and downed it in one go.
The decoction slid down his throat, a bitter and warm sensation tracing its path down his esophagus.
