However.
Two months later.
Ji Kun unexpectedly returned once more, bringing back a ferocious beast. The woman was first shocked, then overjoyed, drool streaming from her mouth. She loved eating! She wanted to eat!
But she had little strength. Whenever she encountered those savage prehistoric beasts, she could only take a detour.
Buzz—
Mystic fire emerged from the void. Ji Kun roasted a "Spirit Transformation mighty one." It seemed to have been slain by him, killed in a single blow. Compared to Chen Xun and the others, who picked up spirit beasts that had died fighting while traveling abroad, these ferocious beasts were far more particular.
The woman's lips trembled as she kept licking them, finally revealing her true nature.
"Once, all the myriad races under heaven were food on our Human Race's menu. If you want to eat, climb to the mountaintop and return," Ji Kun said blandly, firelight reflected in his eyes. "If you do not, then just watch me eat."
Whoosh!
Before his words had even faded, the woman sprinted away wildly, without the slightest hesitation, her eyes filled only with hunger for food.
One day later.
She had not returned.
Three days later.
There was still no news.
Seven days later.
It seemed she had gone never to return.
Ten days later.
There were already signs that she had run away.
Fifteen days later.
There were signs that the feast was about to begin.
One month later.
There were signs that the grass atop her grave would grow three feet tall.
But on a dark and windy night.
The woman crawled back, covered in wounds. She crawled as though a vicious ghost were clinging to the ground, like a great snake writhing across the earth. Her Golden Core Realm had shattered, her Dao Foundation was ruined,