Communicating with fools was painful;
Communicating with the cunning was dangerous!
That was Ye's conclusion.
Communicating with those stupid demons was an immense torment. They struggled to understand complex orders and knew even less about adapting to circumstances.
At the very least, a demon had to be a lesser lord or above before it possessed even a shred of a youth's intelligence.
But even that depended on the species.
Some demons remained idiots even after advancing to greater lord, to the Immaculate Realm!
But regrettably, that probably did not include the ruling demon of Whispering Forest.
So after killing that mimic demon, Ye had no choice but to set out on the road of escape.
Fortunately, after killing the mimic demon, he successfully absorbed its ability, gaining the power to transform as well.
These demons really were excellent nourishment.
Killing a demon could grant one its abilities. It was not Ye's talent, but something all demons possessed—only, the odds were extremely low.
The vast majority of demons might kill tens of thousands of demons without gaining anything.
But Ye discovered that he seemed to have no such limitation.
He could always obtain what he needed with ease, so long as he wanted it.
No, it was not obtaining.
It was awakening.
It felt as though he had possessed these abilities from the very beginning.
Yet there was also something different!
It was a strange, indescribable feeling.
As though his former self had possessed similar abilities, yet their manifestations were worlds apart in essence.
"I must have been human in my past life." Walking along the vast, desolate road, Ye muttered to himself.
After thinking for a moment, he added, "Someone with at least a little promise... perhaps some powerful cultivator."
But how powerful would one have to be for a