"Roar!"
A demonman charged over with a furious howl, moving as fast as a violent gale. In the blink of an eye, it crossed several hundred meters.
Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes. In just a few seconds, he had already found several major flaws in the demonman, but before he could draw his sword and strike, an Ice Cone over a meter long came whistling down from the sky, killing the demonman—whose strength should have been equivalent to a two-attribute Transcendent—on the spot.
Zhang Yang helplessly raised his head. All he saw was a white cloud flying past at five hundred kilometers per hour. What style.
It was Old Wang of the Golden Core Path. Although this fellow was a rookie and couldn't compare with Li Weisi, he was just as skilled in spellcraft. Take this combination of Floating Cloud Art, Ice Cone Art, and Gale Art, for instance—it was outrageously cool and dazzling. With an advantage like that, let alone demonmen within fifty kilometers, even those within a hundred kilometers wouldn't be enough for him to kill, assuming he didn't run into a legendary True Demon.
Zhang Yang paid it no mind and continued speeding forward. His task was to collect rotting trees, plants, and soil, along with building ruins and even the world's mineral resources, to feed that great tree.
"Feed" was just a figure of speech. What it really did was analyze them.
That had been his job for the past three days.
A table also appeared before his eyes.
Demonized Soil—47% Demonized Plants—56% Demonized Corpses—21% Demonized Minerals—31% Demonized Materials—18%
That was the main work he had been hired to do.
The ruins of a small town appeared ahead. In truth, it was impossible to tell that it had once been a town. At a