"Hey, old Cyclops, you really shouldn't say," I heard from the wise ones in the tribe, "These bizarre Dwarf Demons in the Thousand Stone Grottoes were indeed genuine Demonkin. Although their blood abilities aren't strong, they're the real deal—all part of the Demonkin race."
"Back when the Thousand Stone Grotto was still a mine, many ordinary Demonkin worked here as miners, along with some prisoners who possessed decent blood abilities."
"Oh? How did these things turn into what they are today?"
At this point, the Earless Tiger Head Demon also showed some interest and suddenly asked.
Seeing the captain asking questions, the previously secretive Demonkin didn't dare to delay and immediately said with a smile:
"It's all because of the Red Meatic Lichen. As everyone knows, unless our Demonkin's Cultivation Body reaches an extremely profound Realm, we still need to supplement some flesh to keep our bodies from deteriorating."