On the wasteland.
The White Ape's corpse was still giving off the smell of blood.
A long while passed...
Only after Vulture's aura as a high-level Demon Beast had dispersed did a few Demon Beasts cautiously approach, sniffing constantly at the blood in the air. Finally, they swarmed around the White Ape's corpse and devoured it in great mouthfuls.
In the end, only a skeleton and an envelope remained, silent and still.
The Demon Beasts gradually dispersed.
Inside the hollow tree, Yu Sheng, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. The next moment, he slipped soundlessly out of the hollow, hunched over, and wove through the weeds until he reached the envelope. He scooped it up and doubled back.
Back in his previous hiding place, Yu Sheng examined the letter in his hand by the faint light.
He had to admit that Old White Ape had a flowing, graceful hand.
His mastery of the written word was exceptional.
Most importantly, he had written in the Human Race's script.
It was not that they lacked intelligence or did not create civilization. Rather, only a little over a hundred years had passed since their revival, and they had been busy cultivating all that time, so they had not paid much attention to such things.
The Human Race had an established system of writing and language, so they could simply adopt it.
"Greetings, Dragon Python Lord."
"In response to Skyvault Ravine's divine decree, we of the Ten Thousand Demon Forest volunteer to serve as the vanguard and fight for the Demon Domain, without complaint or regret."
"We ask permission to pass through your territory. Wherever we go, we will leave everything untouched."
"Should we survive this battle, the Ten Thousand Demon Forest will surely repay you generously in the