Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

A series of percussive sounds resembling war drums echoed from Xing Chen’s body as his chest heaved violently. Terrifying cracks snaked through his skin, presenting quite the macabre sight.

Endless starlight streamed down on him, forming a protective shield against the giant, powerful lungs while the organ continued breathing.

The lungs were a formidable imitation of the world’s lungs. Though Xing Chen’s body was sturdy, he was still a returned void realm cultivator. Having him devour the lungs was akin to a snake swallowing an elephant—no, a more appropriate analogy would be an ant ingesting a dragon.

If not for the cosmic energy around him and the power of the three great connate treasures, he would’ve exploded instantly.

“No wonder Violetgrave...