With a gurgling sound, Zhang Yu poured a large barrel of synthetic food into his mouth, swallowing it all in one go, accompanied by a series of gulps.
Immediately after, he slightly circulated the Red Marrow Primordial Qi, accelerating the digestion of the food with the writhing of his internal organs, before taking another barrel of synthetic food brought by Bai Zhenzhen.
After the previous bout of overwhelming sprinting and physical exhaustion, Zhang Yu felt as if his whole body was ravenous, especially his heart, which seemed to cry out for food incessantly.
Bai Zhenzhen was busy running back and forth, continuously bringing barrels of synthetic food to him.
Compared to pre-cooked meals, synthetic food didn't taste as good, but was easier to digest and more suitable for Zhang Yu's current condition.
