Chapter 1239: Ninefold Mystic Fruit

For cultivators, the body differed from that of ordinary people. Their digestion was frighteningly strong. In the span of a moment, the group had already put away several tons of Bloodwing Tiger meat and blood. Very quickly, though, Zhao Jun and the others could not swallow another bite. Why? Their bodies had reached their limit. The flesh of a royal-blooded Bloodwing Tiger was incredibly nourishing. Surging vitality flooded their bodies, roaring through their meridians. If they kept eating,...