The ice bear's corpse had already been thrown into the Magma River by him to use as a tool for crossing the river.
Now, the only delicious food left in his storage space was the white flood dragon.
He selected some of the prime parts of the white flood dragon and began roasting them.
After roasting for a while, a fragrant aroma filled the air, and golden oil oozed out.
Just the sight of it made one feel hungry.
Chen Yang couldn't help but swallow a gulp of saliva; it had been a long time since he enjoyed something like this.
He picked up the roasted meat and was about to take a bite.
But just at that moment, a gust of black wind suddenly swept past him.
Chen Yang looked up but saw nothing.
"What was that?" Chen Yang asked, puzzled.
Because he was sure that something had just passed by, he just couldn't see what it was.
"Never mind it."
He shook his head and looked down, ready to eat again.
At this moment, the black wind that had just swept past suddenly came back.
