From that day on, Ye entered a mode of frenzied slaughter.
Wherever he went, he killed demons on sight.
He brought the demon race's instinct for slaughter to its utmost extreme.
Ye was beginning to like this world.
Because here, no one cared whether your killing was right or wrong.
Whether they possessed intelligence or not, demons were inclined by nature toward destruction.
Destroying others, or destroying themselves.
If there was any trouble at all, it was that Ye's kills were always different from those of other demons.
Wherever he went, the entire environment would undergo strange changes.
Vitality revived, then perished again.
The cycle of life and death unfolded, and newborn creatures emerged in endless succession.
The Demon Realm was neither purified nor restored to its original state. Instead, it headed toward an even more indescribable direction.
Chaos!
Nothingness!
Other than that, Ye's advancement was exceptionally efficient.
The gains ordinary Greater Demons obtained through slaughter could not be directly stacked. When absorbing one demon, more was lost than gained; its demonic markings simply returned to their source.
But Ye was different.
If he killed a demon, he gained all of it—unless he himself did not want it.
If this were leveling up by killing monsters, others would need to kill a hundred monsters to rise one level, and the required number would increase as their levels rose. Ye, however, could level up after killing just a few, and the number never needed to increase. He only had to find opponents of sufficient rank to kill.
If there was any limitation, it was that Ye was only interested in fresh demons he had never encountered before, demons who possessed demonic paths he did not have.
When a demon had been devoured, digested, absorbed, and understood by him, it meant that