"The youngest is dead?!"
In a sumptuous pleasure villa, a sudden roar erupted.
The hall, once filled with seductive music, was now a scene of devastation. All the women had been impaled by countless vine tendrils, their faces twisted in agony as they lay on the ground. Blood and limbs were scattered about, still faintly steaming.
With dark expressions, the surviving six Vine Demons exchanged glances, at first in silence.
Then, unable to suppress the grins spreading across their faces, they began to let out hearty laughs of satisfaction and pleasure.
"HAHAHA! Good riddance, good riddance! I wondered why my cultivation suddenly surged—turns out the seventh one is dead."
"How exhilarating! The seven of us brothers, all from the same source, were hindered by our blood ties from turning on each other; otherwise, I'd have killed you all long ago."
