The harvest is tremendous.
Chen Feng now has another loyal follower, Flora the Catwoman.
Chen Feng never hesitated to be generous with his true confidants, so he asked the Inferior Demon to bring out some food. These were delicacies Flora couldn’t usually access in the Abyss. Even though she wanted to take some back for her tribesmen, Chen Feng couldn’t break through the Dimension yet, so this idea had to be abandoned.
Since she had already submitted, Flora was no longer polite. Her stomach seemed like a black hole, and she didn’t stop eating until she had downed nine loaves of bread.
Her complexion was rosy, and compared to her previous appearance, her eyes were now sharper, much like an eagle hovering within a storm, fearless with wings wide open.
Flora had exactly this kind of feeling. During the previous battles, she was always fighting on an empty stomach. Despite the combat, she had to measure her energy expenditure. But now, being fully sated, she didn’t have to worry about energy consumption at all and could unleash her full combat strength.
A frail body consuming nine loaves of bread?
This was a very normal thing.
For some power-level professionals, maintaining energy meant eating constantly, as using power consumed massive energy. A legendary power-type professional could even eat an entire cow in one meal!
"I originally thought I had summoned a useless stone, but who would have thought that within this stone lay a concealed gem. The Mourner may be terrifying, but compared to Flora, it falls short. Neither agility nor tactical judgment can compare to the undead!"
Chen Feng mused slowly in his heart.
Perhaps feeling Chen Feng’s gaze, Flora looked up, her eyes not shy, but rather calm.
There were no such words as shyness in her dictionary. Even having eaten so much food was just her due reward. She had hunted for her tribe for two whole years, during which she had seen ferocious beasts, fierce demons, and even fellow tribesmen with malicious intentions towards her.
Strong.
Without a strong heart, it’s impossible to become a Master of Fist.
Chen Feng liked Flora’s gaze. Even upon choosing to swear loyalty, her eyes showed not fear but a slight resistance and curiosity.
She possessed independent thinking.
There was a certain transactional nature between them.
Chen Feng promised to provide a stable life for her tribesmen, and even more, after ascending to the legendary rank, he would bring all her tribesmen over.
The appetite of an ordinary Cat Race person was similar to that of a human.
The Cat Race people were driven to the fringe, and not many survived. Chen Feng’s dream was to establish a base of tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of forces, where the population of the Cat Race was insignificant.
Moreover, although the Cat Race was a bottom-tier existence in the Abyss, they had advantages. They were natural scouts, and even ordinary Cat Race people were twice as fast as humans.
Once the base was established, there would always be a place for these Cat Race people to show their worth.
Not only that.
Chen Feng considered, and a strong thought suddenly surged in his heart.
If the Cat Race could really come to this world, then the Dark Elf could recruit some of their kind too. Compared to the Cat Race, the Dark Elves were strong archers. Not many were needed. Just a few hundred Dark Elves would be enough to withstand a medium-sized siege battle.
This was not a mere pipe dream.
In the Abyss, strength determined everything. If the Dark Elves became stronger, they could establish their power within the tribe.
Nurturing.
Although Chen Feng couldn’t summon thousands of Summoned Beasts with just a wave of his hand, even the Evil God in the Abyss couldn’t do that, but he could nurture his confidants.
Dark Elves, Catwoman, Mourner, and even the Inferior Demon.
Especially the Inferior Demon, which was initially just a piece of rotten mud in the Abyss. It was thought to have no nurturing value, and in Chen Feng’s vision, if the Inferior Demon couldn’t keep up with his steps, he would abandon it without hesitation.
But...
The Inferior Demon has undergone a complete transformation. It was no longer that hopeless piece of mud. It had gained consciousness, and as Chen Feng’s most loyal servant, it would definitely go all out to recruit underlings.
Undead Army.
Dark Arrows.
The Cat Race.
The Muddy Corpses Sea.
Once they grew up, Chen Feng’s subordinates could potentially include four major armies. By then, he could fully rely on the Abyss to supplement his combat system.
At that point, what were insect plagues and corpse seas? They would be nothing in front of the Abyss.
What kind of place was the Abyss?
Every moment, battles were happening. It could be said that the creatures living in that land had battle experiences ingrained into every inch of their flesh and blood.
Ruthless, vicious.
They didn’t need to learn how to fight because it was their life and daily routine!
Thinking of these, a layer of red mist spread over Chen Feng’s eyes, as one thought after another flared in his mind.
Chen Feng closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Everything must be practiced to derive the truth, imagination represents nothing. Even if these things are feasible, I need to ascend to the legend to achieve it."
"What I need to do now is not far-flung speculation, but to enhance my own ability. With the four Summoned Beasts complete, my Spiritual Power has gathered to its peak, now entirely above silver, but below Gold!"
Chen Feng raised his eyebrow slightly: "Ascending to Gold is ten times harder than silver. If I rely on the energy elements floating in the air, it would take about a year to break the body limit and achieve Gold. However... the insect horde in a few months is an opportunity!"
"The insect horde’s siege, there will be at least a thousand insects, among them not only silver insects but also shadows of Golden Insect Kings. I need to rely on the city’s strength. Once the insect horde is wiped out and the corpses are sacrificed, I can completely ascend to Gold, or even directly step into the Golden Peak!"
Madness!
For ordinary people, knowing that soon this city would face an insect horde, they would have fled long ago. Yet, Chen Feng intended to sacrifice this insect horde and transform it into his own power!
To sacrifice thousands of insects!
This method was not something humans could possess. Only an Evil God in the Abyss had such boldness! Such courage! Such arrogance!
Unknowingly, Chen Feng’s mindset evolved once again.
He was just like a Taotie, devouring the world, taking everything beneficial for himself without an ounce of hesitation!