Chương 1595: The Smell of Meatballs

Bu Fang was not too worried about Foxy. Even if she was significantly weakened, she would still be far too strong for those superhumans. After all, she was already a God, and what she ate every day were dishes prepared by him, a God Emperor.

Her flesh had evolved to a level that was far beyond that of an ordinary spirit beast, making her one of the top beings in the universe. Even if she laid on the ground and let those superhumans attack, she would be fine. At most, she would lose a few strands of hair.

It was the same for Bu Fang. His flesh was so formidable now that it was many times stronger than that of an ancient deity. Even if he was struck by a nuclear bomb, he was likely to be unscathed.

Xiao Ai was somewhat speechless. Bu Fang's indifferent words left her a little overwhelmed. Zhang He, who kept a carp, was a B-class Beastmaster, an existence as fearsome as a B-class superhuman.