Chapter 1120: You Want Me to Be Your Blood Meal?

To the point where a Resentful Deity stood, if one wished to continue getting stronger, the entities devoured could no longer be ordinary spirits of resentment.

Either it had to be a Resentful Deity of a similar level, or other beings that possessed power.

Clearly, in his eyes, Ning Fan and the Man in the Black Mist were the best food.

"You all go."

Ning Fan caught up from behind and urged the three to flee quickly.

However, the Man in the Black Mist shook his head, his expression grave, "We can't escape. The Resentful Deity has already set its sights on us, he definitely won't let us leave easily."

"Although there's no way for him to pass through the portal, in case he follows us, and somehow the portal allows him to enter the real world, it'll be a big problem then."

The ability of the Resentful Deity was strange; ordinary cultivators couldn't cope at all, and even cultivators in the Pseudo-Dan Realm seemed so powerless in front of a Resentful Deity.