However, the evil spirits that can truly satisfy him are certainly not common goods, and finding them would likely be quite a hassle.
Mo Hua suddenly felt a bit nostalgic for the Qianxue State Boundary.
At that time, Mr. Tu was still around, the Great Wilderness Evil God hadn't awakened, the Blood Sacrifice Array hadn't been activated yet, and altars were everywhere.
Each altar was enough to feast upon once, back then, even consuming up to twenty-four patterns would probably be more than enough.
Now, the true fetus has been captured, Mr. Tu is dead, the large formation has collapsed, although the crisis has been resolved, all the altars are gone as well.
No wonder the ancients often said that things should be done steadily over time, and killing the chicken to get the eggs is not a viable approach.
Now, even this "egg" from killing the chicken has been withheld by a miserly Pixiu, and I can't even get a few bites.
Mo Hua sighed slightly.
