On the East Peak of Hua Mountain, laughter echoed incessantly.
The true forms of these demons were extremely large, and almost everyone on the East Peak got a piece of demon meat.
Over the past year, everyone had tasted demon meat. Today's excitement and enjoyment were due to celebrating from the victor's perspective, crushing the Demon Clan's spirit.
"Where have you been for the past six months?"
Watching Chen Nan eating heartily, Zhao Han inquired.
"I found a cave to take a nap, and before I knew it, half a year had passed." Chen Nan shrugged, smiling calmly.
"Nonsense, come on, let's have a drink first."
Zhao Han tossed a jug of wine to him while reaching for the roasted bird wing.
The bird wing was divided among everyone, leaving only a bone with some meat. Zhao Han reached for this bone.
As he grabbed the bone, Tao Zui on the opposite side also grabbed the other end of the bone.
