Chapter 71 Another Behemoth
Ybur transformed into a gust of wind and made a round through Honggera's nostrils.
The usually agitated Behemoth suddenly fell into hesitation—this ancient demigod creature was probably smelling something this fragrant for the first time in its life. Its expression gradually shifted from confusion to intoxication, and Ybur let out a cold chuckle in his heart, thinking that in the end, he'd still have to rely on Lord Black Pudding.
Ybur was quite pleased with himself, "You can't just be all about fighting and killing when you're out in the world, you've got to develop in all areas…"
"If you were some kind of wild Transcendent species," Sherry said faintly, "sooner or later, you'd be hunted to extinction for being too tasty. Ordinary people wouldn't develop in that direction, would they?"
Ybur snorted and made another circle in front of Honggera's nose.