In the Crystal Palace, Demon Cultivators recruited by the Flood Dragon King spread out, scrounging around the vibrant, multicolored hall.
"This place is really grand."
Looking at the spotless wall beside him, a shabbily dressed Demon Cultivator with a wooden stick in hand cracked a yellow-toothed smile and even stuck out his tongue to lick the crystal wall.
"Hmm, the taste is spot on! Sweet!"
"Tuck away that disgusting enthusiasm of yours. I swear I want to tear you apart alive."
Frowning at the yellow-toothed Demon Cultivator beside him, a burly Demon Cultivator, his skin embedded with dark green iron armor plates and his face tattooed with ancient Talisman Scripts, clenched his fists.
"I'll do as I please. If you have the guts... Hm? Isn't that up ahead..."
Shaking his head, his eyes rolling back, the yellow-toothed Demon Cultivator suddenly narrowed his eyes, spotting a figure at the end of the corridor.
"Chase!"
