"Your Majesty, the Human Cultivators who broke into the mountain have dug up three ritual Formation Magic Artifacts," reported a grotesque Little Demon, its body festering, barely humanoid, like a walking corpse splotched with blood, as it prostrated itself outside the hall, speaking to the Seven-Headed Vine Demon within.
Having become kings and established their legacy, they were lost in revelry, forgetting all else. Since entering Ten Thousand Caves Mountain and becoming Local Emperors, the Seven-Headed Vine Demons had not only proclaimed themselves kings but also indulged in unrestrained opulence, voraciously capturing females of all kinds for their amusement. They freely unleashed their turbulent desires.
