Braydon Neal had already killed tens of thousands of yetis, so he was very familiar with the intelligence and habits of low-level yetis.
Low-level yetis hadn't yet fully awakened their spirituality.
Especially level one yetis—they were practically mindless.
The level five yeti took one look and immediately lost interest.
This didn't look like the Braydon he remembered.
He waved a hand dismissively. "Forget it. Let's go."
But Braydon swayed his body, refusing to leave; he even moved closer to the level five yeti.
The level five yeti's expression darkened.
He raised a hand, producing a snow-white pill in his palm.
Bam!
He swallowed it in one gulp.
Braydon trailed along, clearly wanting more.
"Get lost!"
The level five yeti was in a foul mood and bellowed.
Only then did Braydon finally leave at an unhurried pace, imitating the mannerisms of an idiotic member of the yeti tribe.
