After drinking the blood of an ordinary-level demon, the strength gained by Yan Luo is less than a kilogram, but even the smallest mosquito has flesh, and Yan Luo won't let go of any opportunity to enhance himself.
After drinking the snake's blood, Yan Luo looked at the snake corpse in his hands, frowning slightly.
Compared to three months ago, he is now much less resistant to eating raw meat.
Snake demons have tenacious life force; even if their heads are severed, they don't die quickly.
Other demons couldn't last until he ate their flesh; they would dissipate, transforming into magic power and returning to the abyss.
Why not... give it a try?
Yan Luo deliberated for a long time, finally letting out a deep sigh, and swung the hand axe to peel off the snake's skin.
Isn't it just eating raw meat?
The demons don't have parasites inside them, so what's there to hesitate about!
