"Siiip~"
"Mmm, smells so good!"
As the smell of meat drifted over, the sound of "guuuluu~" stomachs rumbling rose and fell one after another, echoing in the depths of the Demon Forest.
Staring at the roast on the spit—meat aroma overflowing, fat sizzling with a constant "zizi~" glisten—someone gulped while speaking with some trepidation:
"You think this smell will attract the nearby demons over here?"
The person next to him let out a cold laugh when he heard that:
"Don't forget this is the Fear Demon's turf."
"The Fear Demon might be dead, but its aura is still here."
"In the short term, there definitely won't be any demons daring to provoke the Fear Demon's majesty and come here."
When he said this, he hesitated for a moment before continuing:
"But if too much time passes, that's hard to say."
Speaking, he glanced toward that distant figure:
"Maybe that's exactly why the Jialan King chose to rest here."
Someone sighed:
"Thinking back now,"
