Slaying a god was exhilarating, and Qin Luo was determined to join in fiercely.

As he spoke, he was frantically absorbing energy. The Heaven-Swallowing Demon Jar had already shifted its target, and that target was naturally the blood and flesh energy of the Xia Emperor.

A False God, such a high-level existence, whose blood and flesh far surpassed that of ordinary people. Devour, devour it fiercely.

Qin Luo's weakness was slowly recovering, and once he reached a certain level, he unleashed an arrow.