That thick scent made Ye Zhongming sure this fellow was the Bug Emperor Honey!
Although Ye Zhongming didnât want to take it, he was still shocked when he saw the translucent yellow thing.
The smell here was so thick. Just a breath caused the energy in his body to bubble. It was as if there was something in the air that was entering his body through his skin. It merged with his body to nourish it and strengthen it.
Ye Zhongming knew that this wasnât an illusion. This meant that the scent of the honey was strengthening his stats.
This increase was slow. Slow that even if Ye Zhongming spent a day here, it wouldnât even increase it by 1%.
But he was an eight-star evolved and was also a top eight-star evolved. His body was as strong as a nine-star. Some nine-star evolved were even weaker than him if they didnât specialise in their body skills.
It was extremely tough to improve his body by 1%, as that was already shocking.
This honey might not reach that effect in one day, but what about ten? A month? A year?
Breathing this scent over time, how much stats would it increase?
Even if Ye Zhongming had seen so many good things, he was tempted by this.
This Bug Emperor Honey was comparable to purple equipment with this one ability alone. No, it was a seven-colored equipment.
Ye Zhongming changed his mind.
When the honey attracted him, the thin old man stood up.
After he stood up, Ye Zhongming glanced and was shocked.
Although their height was different, this old man⊠Was similar to the three-legged man at the bottom of the Blue Secret Realm Saint Pool.
What did this mean?
Were they from the same race?
Wasnât this a mysterious world? Was it the planet where the three-legged person was from? Was he teleported to another part of the universe? Or was he unconscious and then sent here after many days?
If it was the latter, did many things change on Earth?
Ye Zhongming shuddered when he thought about that.
Thinking about how the people he was familiar with might have already turned into white bones, he found breathing hard.
âOUtsider?â
The three-legged old man suddenly said.
He didnât use his mouth. He used mental energy to communicate with Ye Zhongming.
As expected from that race--- Their mental energy was exceptional.
Ye Zhongming calmed himself down.
He felt like it might be a good thing to meet another outsider. He might get the answer he wanted from him.
But before he opened his mouth, that old man spoke.
âNo matter who it is, if you cause trouble here, you must die.â
A mental energy storm swept toward Ye Zhongming.
Ye Zhongming cursed and charged forward.
He wanted to ask some questions but it didnât mean that both of them had to be standing. He could make him lay down before asking.
That person saw that Ye Zhongming didnât faint and was shocked. His reaction was a little slow.
In such a battle, a second was enough to decide the outcome.
Ye Zhongming arrived before that guy and punched. The three-legged man was unable to dodge because of his shock. He bit his teeth and swung an arm to hit Ye Zhongmingâs rib. He chose a lose-lose scenario.
But he underestimated Ye Zhongmingâs speed.
When the fist landed on his face, his hand didnât even touch Ye Zhongming.
The three-legged man fell to the ground and fainted.
He shook his head. Ye Zhongmingâs slight dizziness from the mental energy storm disappeared.
The three-legged manâs mental energy was strong, but it was relative. It was far weaker than the person under the Saint Pool. That person was level nine. Even if his cultivation level had dropped after years of being imprisoned, his mental energy was still humongous.
Ye Zhongming looked at the Bug Emperor Honey. He waved, and this fellow entered his space.
He wouldnât leave such a good thing.
He kicked the old man to wake him up.
Due to the mental energy storm, Ye Zhongming estimated that the old man was close to eight-star. If they fought, without using skills and equipment, Ye Zhongming had to spend effort to defeat him.
But probably because the old man was careless and wasnât wary of Ye Zhongming, he was knocked out in one second.
âWho are you? Why are you here? How did you get here? What is your race called?â
Seeing that the old man woke up, Ye Zhongming asked a series of questions.
He might know how to leave if he could find out why that old man was here.
The old man woke up and wanted to struggle, but his neck was held. The sense of despair made him behave.
âAnswer my question because I donât mind killing you.â
The old man nodded and Ye Zhongming released his palm slightly. The old man panted before speaking.
Ye Zhongmingâs expression changed and he didnât get the answer he wanted.
This old man was actually mixed-blood!
His ancestors came and wonât able to find a way back. They lived here and merged with the people here. The old man was already many eras later. Although he looked like his ancestors, but he couldnât keep his size and became this short stature.
Ye Zhongming cotninued, âDoes your race have anything to record history? Or any elder that knows many things?â
The old manâs expression dimmed, âNo, based on what I know, I am the last person from my race.â
Ye Zhongming looked at his bleeding head and released him. The injury wasnât bad but it was enough to reduce his combat strength by 30%. He wasnât a threat to Ye Zhongming.
At this point, there were footsteps from below. Moments later, a group of people walked to the third floor.