The King of No Stomach starts what he is best at and most passionate about.

He opened his cheeks, raised his back molars, and started to devour the food like a wolf.

Even when his mouth is opened to its limit, it is only one-tenth as large as the abyss demon insect's bloody mouth that can split open in all directions.

But the speed at which he devoured flesh and blood was no less than the latter.

A large amount of flesh and blood from the abyss demonic insects were torn off by him fiercely, and they slipped deep into the esophagus without even having time to chew.

The King of No Stomach seems to really have no stomach.

Filling the entire belly was a large cauldron filled with magma and burning brightly, enough to melt everything.

The flesh and blood of the abyss demonic insect fell into the "big cauldron" and was instantly transformed into the purest energy.

And it was absorbed by the hungry cells of the King of No Stomach, and not a drop of it was left.

After absorbing enough energy, the stomachless king's flesh and blood regenerated at an incredible speed.

The limbs that had just been corroded by acid and digestive enzymes, and even exposed bones, had regrown flesh and blood like copper and iron, always ready for the next round of tearing and erosion.

The Abyss Demonic Insect's cell division and flesh and blood self-healing capabilities are no less than those of the Stomachless King.

No matter how much of its flesh, flesh and internal organs the No-Stomach King eats, it can heal and regenerate itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In this way, one man and one beast, two monsters with the same terrifying ability to devour and regenerate, fell into the longest battle in Turanze's history.

They are like ouroboros biting each other's heads and tails, endlessly looping.

Constantly using the opponent's flesh and blood as food to make up for the damage caused by being eaten by the opponent.

For a whole month, the Liger warriors dozens of miles away from the battlefield could hear an earthquake-like roar coming from the center of the battlefield.

That was the thunderous sound of intestinal peristalsis coming from the belly of the abyss demonic insect.

However, no one was willing to come forward to disturb the epic-level Big Eater competition between the No-Stomach King and the Abyss Demonic Insect.

The warriors of the Liger and Tiger Tribes have the demeanor and pride of a strong man, and they are not willing to interfere indiscriminately and take advantage when King Wuwei still has the strength to fight - this is certainly a reason.

But the more important reason is that all the Turan warriors at that time knew such a survival rule passed down from the Barbarian Elephant tribe:

Don't disturb the No-Stomach King when he's eating.

Absolutely not.

The thunderous roar lasted for more than a month.

The intestinal peristalsis of the abyss demonic insect finally gradually weakened.

It starts to struggle.

Sometimes it curled up into a ball, sometimes it stretched into a straight line, rubbing against the towering trees and drawing countless traces of pain on the ground.

From the depths of the bloody mouth that had swallowed up countless lives, weak wailing sounds could also be heard.

The King of No Stomach is still eating.

Concentrate on it, don't care, and eat contentedly.

According to the subsequent analysis of the numerous scars found on his body, during this period of more than a month, the ubiquitous acid and digestive enzymes at least completely peeled off, decomposed and

It was eroded more than seventy or eighty times.

Later, the fingers, toes, limbs, eyeballs, ears and lips of the Stomachless King were all digested by the abyss demonic insects and could never be reborn.

However, even if only his body is as naked as a seal, and even only one mouth is left, the King of No Stomach is racing against time to gobble it up.

Life is endless and devouring.

In the end, this epic hero who lost his vision, hearing, touch, smell and most of his mobility, but whose appetite became a hundred times more powerful than before he started devouring, won this unprecedented and heart-stirring Big Eater Competition.

The number of cell divisions of the Abyss Demonic Insect has finally reached its limit.

Its ability to regenerate flesh and blood has also exceeded the critical point of collapse.

The most important thing is that it is tired of the constant swallowing and digestion.

In the long years it took for it to grow from a small earthworm into a giant python, it felt extremely full and tired for the first time.

It's full.

Tired of eating.

Vomited after eating.

The Abyss Demonic Insect began to vomit.

Its central nervous system, which was hundreds of meters long, seemed to be strangled by billions of lightning bolts, causing the flesh and blood all over the body to spasm extremely violently.

In the past month or so, King No-Stomach has killed seven people in and out of the belly of the abyss demonic insect, causing great trouble.

Even though the Abyss Demonic Insect possesses powerful self-healing ability, the reborn flesh and blood and internal organs become as pulpy as mud.

Along with violent spasms, a large amount of blood, flesh, internal organs and even acid shot out from the depths of its throat.

The Abyss Demonic Insect is like a bulging skin filled with water, with a hole punctured.

As the contents poured out, it shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The scales that were originally as hard as iron were completely peeled off from the body.

Under the scales, the originally flexible and strong skin was also covered with wrinkles and cracks, like shed snake skin.

At the end of the vomiting, only a layer of wrinkled dead skin was left, randomly wrapping this huge spine.

The flesh and blood between the skin and bones were either eaten up by the Stomachless King or spit out by the Abyss Demonic Insect itself.

When the warriors of the Liger and Tiger Tribes heard the earth-shattering sound of vomiting and realized that the victory was decided, and hurried to the center of the battlefield, the Abyss Demonic Insect was already dead.

In the center of the vomit, they found the stomachless king riddled with holes, bloody and inhuman shape.

King Wuwei can no longer see, hear or touch anything.

Between the chest and abdomen, under the skin as thin as cicada wings, one could still see his intestines and stomach, like a ruthless grinding machine, rumbling.

The stomachless king's eye sockets, which had lost their eyeballs and were filled with plasma, burst out with greedy light, piercing directly towards the top of the holy mountain.

As if looking at the endless feast set by the ancestors for the warriors.

He had lost all his skin and was covered with fascia and tendons. A contented smile appeared on his extremely ferocious face.

After burping lightly, the King of No Stomach uttered those last words that stunned all the ligers and warriors present.

"Eighty percent full."

This is the story of the Stomachless King and the Abyss Demonic Insect.

It is also the story of the most exciting eating competition in Turanze’s history.

Since the death of King No-Stomach, the Turan warriors have occasionally competed with each other over their food intake.

However, there are very few tribes and towns that still hold serious eight-hundred-eight-hundred-year-old eating competitions.

All the Tulan orcs unanimously recognized that the Stomachless King and the Abyss Demonic Insect had created unprecedented miracles.

After their month-and-a-half-long, earth-shattering contest, any form and level of competition between big eaters has been reduced to a child's game of playing house.

Except "Fist" and "Triangle of Death".

In addition to "King without Stomach" and "Abyss Demonic Insect".

Each huge fossil skeleton displayed in this "fossil museum" has a thrilling and soul-stirring story, and will lead to a heroic man who once dominated the world and left his name in history.

The Wolf King is very familiar with the origins of these fossils and the stories of epic heroes.

He led Meng Chao around among the huge skeletons and fossils for a long time, talking eloquently.

Finally, he concluded without saying anything: "The monster war that took place five or six thousand years ago was the golden age of heroes!

"At that time, the warriors of the five major clans worked together and shared the same hatred. They rushed towards the overwhelming tide of beasts, often fighting to the death with epic beasts that were dozens of times larger than themselves.

“If you win, you will leave your name in history and create a miracle that will stun countless people who come after you.

“Even if you lose, you can still kill them heartily and die happily!

"Unlike today, we have almost wiped out all the totem beasts in Turanze. We can only kill each other or find trouble with the Holy Light camp. Although such battles are exciting, there are always no orcs and monsters.

The duel between them was vigorous and legendary.

"I swear, if I can really obtain the inheritance of the Holy Mountain, I must come back here, absorb the power contained in the 'Triangle of Death' and the 'Abyss Demonic Insect' skeleton fossils, and witness the 'Fist' and the 'Stomachless King' with my own eyes

Wait for the appearance of the legendary strong man!"

"etc--"

Meng Chao extracted a very sensitive keyword from the Wolf King's long speech. His ears suddenly stood up, "What did you just say, monster... war?"

"Yes, monster."

The Wolf King glanced at Meng Chao and said nonchalantly, "Five or six thousand years ago or even earlier, totem beasts were scattered in every corner of Tulanze. They were numerous and extremely aggressive.

"At that time, the Turan orcs did not possess so many totem armors as they do today, and they did not fully grasp the power hidden deep in the totems.

"The territories of the five major clans have not yet expanded to the edge of the Holy Light Land, or even penetrated into the hinterland of the Holy Light Human Race. The conflict between us and the Holy Light camp is not too intense.

"At that time, the totem beast was our biggest enemy.

"So, the Tulan orcs at that time all called the totem beasts 'monsters'. The battle that lasted for thousands of years with the totem beasts for living space, hunting and counter-hunting, devouring and counter-devouring, was called the 'Monster War'.

"The monster war is more cruel than the 'battle of glory' between us and the Holy Light camp.

“Because both parties participating in the Battle of Glory each have solid defense lines and vast hinterlands, except for a very rare case of a devastating defeat, both sides can get precious respite in their respective hinterlands.

"But the totem beasts are intertwined with us and may attack us anytime and anywhere.

"The thousand-year monster war has claimed the lives of countless Turan warriors.

"But it also allowed us to harvest a large amount of totem beast flesh and blood, and extract the mysterious substance from the flesh and blood that can be used to cast totem armor.

"And the mysterious lines that naturally grow on the bones of the totem beast also allow us to gradually understand the true meaning of the power of the totem.

"It can be said that without the monster war, there would be no Tulan civilization today.
Chapter completed!