The savory saltiness of the dried meat spread across her tongue, and even made her empty stomach feel a trace of warmth.
She looked up at Ku Chan—the changes in the old ghoul's body had become even more pronounced!
His gaunt frame seemed to have swelled slightly, the chains pulled tighter, and wisps of black vapor curled faintly around him.
"Crack!"
Ye Honglian shuddered violently as she bit into the dried meat.
Her eyes filled with irrepressible terror. Trembling, she said, "Wang Xian, could it be... Could he have already fallen to demonic corruption? Can he really restore his vitality by devouring our flesh and blood?"
In the Demon Realm, only the legendary ferocious beasts devoured cultivators' flesh and blood.
The other ones who did so were certain members of the Devil Race who practiced evil arts, consuming others' flesh to strengthen themselves.
But most cultivators in the Demon Realm had long since cast aside such greedy, bloodthirsty fiends. Even most members of the Devil Race were ashamed to associate with them.
The "Taotie Method," despised even by the Devil Race, was undoubtedly one of the most wicked cultivation arts in the world.
Wang Xian had never heard of such a demonic art—
Or rather, from the moment Dongfang Yun erased his memories of Wuyue, he had completely forgotten certain things.
Among them was the Nine Nether Heaven-Swallowing Art Wuyue had once taught him, which was actually much the same as the Taotie Method: both could devour cultivators and demonic beasts to strengthen oneself.
Or perhaps, in the eyes of a sage, this art was so evil that he had simply erased those memories from Wang Xian's mind.
It could be said that, living in the Demon Realm, Ye Honglian had witnessed countless cruel things.
Yet no matter how sharp