"We people are all called Inhumans."
Su Hao suddenly remembered that the little brats he had scared into wetting themselves had mentioned the word "inhuman." So they had mistaken him for an Inhuman.
Su Hao gestured for him to continue.
Seeing that the small figure before him knew nothing, the Scale-Armor Person suddenly saw hope of survival again. He hesitated over whether to say it, thinking, If he doesn't know, then he has no reason to kill me...
When Su Hao saw him spacing out, his voice turned cold. "Tell the truth. I'll wake up the guy beside you later. If your answers don't match, neither of you should dream of leaving alive."
The Scaled Man gritted his teeth and said, "We Inhumans are the manifested forms of evolution. As long as one evolves successfully, one can gain unexpectedly powerful strength."
Su Hao asked, "The way you evolve is by devouring the flesh and blood of Inhumans?"
The scaled man nodded. "That's right. We Zhu Huo People are born with a talent—so long as we devour the flesh and blood of Inhumans, we have a certain chance of evolving and gaining Transcendent power."
As he spoke, he shook his head to himself. "No, not just us Zhu Huo People. Nearly all living creatures on this continent possess this talent. As long as they devour the flesh and blood of Inhumans or Exotic Beasts, they can gain the corresponding evolution."
"A talent?" Su Hao suddenly thought of the difference in bodily structure. Perhaps it had something to do with that fleshy tumor-like organ growing beside the stomach.
The scaled man continued, "Of course, evolution can fail. There are two possible outcomes of failure. One is dying outright. The other is gaining greater physical strength but failing to obtain Transcendent power. Death