After all, no matter how fast one cultivated, one still had to draw in and absorb all kinds of energy from heaven and earth, including Demonic Qi. Only after painstaking refinement could it be transformed into one's own cultivation.
By comparison, devouring other living beings—even demons—was far simpler than drawing energy from heaven and earth.
The power gained through devouring only needed a little refinement and absorption before it could become one's own cultivation.
"Hmph! That useless Blood Cloud Daoist was told to be careful of Spirit Severing stage cultivators, yet he still fell into the hands of a Spirit Severing stage expert from the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect. Well, now that he's dead, our operation has been exposed as well."
"What a worthless piece of trash. This dragon said long ago that we should not have brought him along. And now look what happened!"
The demonic dragon raised its head and gazed upward, an inscrutable light flickering in its eyes. It seemed able to pierce through layer upon layer of yellow sand, seeing the situation above without being noticed.
Then it let out a muffled snort and spoke with an irritated expression.
At the mention of Blood Cloud Daoist, its words brimmed with deep resentment.
"Ever since Blood Cloud Daoist fell into the devilish path, he has devoured quite a few of our Devil Race's Little Demons to swiftly raise his cultivation and strength. For him to perish like this is indeed rather wasteful."
"However, the reason you, demonic dragon, are so resentful is probably more because I intervened and stopped you from devouring Blood Cloud Daoist to increase your own cultivation, isn't it?"
Tantai Zhi wore a regretful look as she spoke, her profound gaze settling on the demonic dragon. Strange light flowed in her eyes, as though