"Master, let me eat them."
The Abyssal Demon Dragon menacingly glanced at the group of succubi and molten turtles.
Mad, these creatures of lowly bloodlines actually dared to roast its meat!
Must eat them!!
Sensing the Abyssal Demon Dragon's intense malice, the group of lower-level enchanting demons became drenched in cold sweat.
Even the always calm molten turtle's expression changed, realizing that the ingredients from a moment ago had become a comrade, possessing far greater value than itself... it felt like it might really die.
Run?
Can't run, impossible to run away.
The molten turtle began to zone out....
"No, if you eat my fire-burning turtle, then I'd have to catch another one, too troublesome. Plus, the next one may not have such good control of the fire." Udi shook his head, expressing refusal.
The molten turtle, which was zoning out waiting for death, suddenly perked up. Good good good, no need to die.
But Diya Harut still wasn't pleased, saying,
