The Black Mountain Eagle King felt deeply humiliated. This Snake Demon clearly reeked of alcohol, yet his body was harder than steel.
The Three-Race Warzone!
"Look, it's Master! Master's in danger," the Tree Spirit, who was sprinting at full speed, shrieked.
The Immortal Spirit Peacock Azure Owl had already seen it and said in a clear voice, "That scoundrel successfully ascended. Shouldn't he be incredibly strong? How did he get caught so easily?"
"It looks like Master has been drinking, and he's drunk."
"It's Monkey Wine. I can smell its fragrance from a mile away," said the Bull Demon King from his perch in a tree, his eyes lighting up.
"Amitabha. Its fragrance carries for miles. Even the thick stench of blood in the air can't mask its aroma. Truly a fine wine."
A dark expression crossed Tree Spirit Charlie's face. "Is now really the time to be focused on the wine? Master is in danger! He's going to die!"
