The Bloodthirsty Sword was wildly engulfing the White Tiger's blood. The painful wails gradually ceased, and the wide tiger eyes slowly closed.
The gigantic tiger body had begun to shrivel.
After Shi Feng devoured the Power of Death and soul of the White Tiger Demon, he lowered his head again, looking at the dried-up centipede beneath his feet.
Though the black centipede was dead and turned into a mummy, its shriveled body still emitted a scorching energy.
Shi Feng's right hand formed a claw and absorbed downward. Immediately, from the sword hole split open by the Bloodthirsty Sword, a fist-sized ball of black flame shot out, flying towards Shi Feng's right hand, where he grasped it firmly.
Gazing at the flickering black flame in his hand, Shi Feng murmured, "I didn't expect that there'd be flame essence within this Great Demon's body. Not bad, devouring this demigod-level Beast Fire can replenish my Dantian's energy."
