After devouring the Power of Flesh and Blood of several Barbarian Demons, Lin Mo finally retracted the dark red vines he had extended, feeling the strength in his whole body grow a bit again, though there was still a large gap before the 'Extreme Dao' Realm.
"Even if I absorb the Power of Flesh and Blood of Advanced Realm Generals of the Barbarian Demons, the effect is still slowly diminishing. Could it be that I have to hunt World Marquis Level Beasts to cultivate the Blood Demon Vine to the 'Extreme Dao' Realm?" Lin Mo mused inwardly.
"Mr. Lin."
Zhenyang suddenly came to stand in front of Lin Mo and bowed respectfully.
"Oh? What is it?" Lin Mo glanced at him.
Over the last half year, after witnessing Lin Mo's bizarre methods, Zhenyang had already developed a sense of fear toward him. Lin Mo also wasn't worried that Zhenyang would dare play any little tricks.
