Li Fan shrugged his shoulders and flew down to the bottom of the beehive himself; he couldn't be bothered to work out each seal one by one anyway. It was a priority to first break the seal of a meat storage warehouse and fill his belly while he was at it.
Ever since he had come to Leize, he had kept popping pills and hadn't eaten a single proper meal. Just now, there was a pile of seafood before his eyes tempting him. If it weren't for Han Xiangmo standing by his side, Qiongqi might have gone on a rampage. Taking advantage of the fact that the big shots were busy cleaning up the battlefield and had no time to pay attention to him, he decided to feast on the military rations of the demon race to stave off hunger.
