Only when refining certain special spells or artifacts would one need demon flesh and blood.
Otherwise, no one would willingly touch this stuff, much less devour their flesh and blood.
Though they all came from the same source, demons were more like patients terminally ill beyond cure, already rotten beyond recognition and riddled with holes.
It was like how everyone was a stone in a latrine—demons were undoubtedly the foulest, most rotten chunk, covered in so much filth that no one wanted to approach them.
Those who dared devour demon flesh and blood so wantonly, without the slightest restraint, were either Great Demons or lunatics among cultivators.
And the kind of lunatics who utterly disregarded everything!
"He has entered the inner city!"
The person responsible for scouting was somewhat flustered.
Even when facing those Flesh Rupture Realm demons earlier, he had not felt such immense pressure.
Daring to kill his own kind so recklessly—even those Flesh Rupture Great Demons from before would not do such a thing. This Great Demon definitely had no small background and was absolutely not someone to provoke.
"What are you panicking for? He is only at the mid-stage Flesh Rupture Realm!"
A late-stage Flesh Rupture Realm cultivator could no longer stand watching and immediately berated him.
When they received the news, they had already spread out their senses. Naturally, they had also sensed the Great Demon's cultivation aura. He was merely at the mid-stage Flesh Rupture Realm.
No matter how strong he was, they had several Flesh Rupture Realm cultivators here. If they swarmed him together, he was not some Stiff God. What was there to fear?
"Proceed according to the plan. If he dares come any closer, we will give him a taste of his own medicine!"
This cultivator seemed to hold considerable status.