The flesh and blood of Demon Fiends were only ever needed for refining special Techniques or Magical Artifacts.
Otherwise, no one would ever want to be contaminated by the stuff, let alone devour it.
Although they all came from the same source, Demon Fiends were more like terminally ill patients, already festering and riddled with a thousand sores.
It was like comparing stones in a latrine; the Demon Fiend would be the smelliest, most rotten one, so covered in filth that no one would willingly approach it.
Anyone who dared to devour the flesh and blood of Demon Fiends so wantonly, with no restraint whatsoever, was either a Great Demon Fiend or a madman among Cultivators.
And a completely unhinged one at that!
"He's already entered the Inner City!"
The one in charge of scouting was starting to panic.
He hadn't felt this much pressure even when facing the previous Corpse Transformation Realm Demon Fiends.
