After observing for a while, Ghost found that there was nothing remarkable about the Goblin.
It was smelly and filthy, holding an Iron Sword in one hand while gnawing on a bone with the other.
Green-skinned from head to toe, it looked as low-grade as could be.
"Something like this can pose a threat to humans?"
Ghost knew how adaptable and capable of development humans were.
They could think independently and use tools proactively. As long as they were not isolated by geographical factors, they would often strive forward, awakening collective awareness and advancing technology and Civilization.
Once they lit the spark of scientific thinking, the explosion that followed would send them soaring.
It could be said that however high the world's ceiling was, they had the potential to reach nearly that high.
Yet no matter how Ghost looked at this Goblin, he could not see any initiative in it.
Its brutality, laziness, and rebellious nature were obvious to the naked eye.
"Quantitative change leads to qualitative change. A single ant may be lazy and confused, but a million or a hundred million ants can form a vast Ant Empire," Lin Feng said.
"Fine. Then just kill them until only one is left." Ghost understood.
Afterward, Lin Feng led Ghost to a local city.
At the center of the city's architecture stood a gigantic ancient tree.
Its trunk was incomparably thick, with a diameter of dozens of meters. Its canopy blotted out the sky and sun, like a natural castle.
The people had used this ancient tree to build a castle.
They carved patterns and designs into its trunk, hollowing out room after room.
The ancient tree was extremely sturdy.
There were similar ancient trees in the real world that had survived for thousands of years, while even the