In the quiet valley, two colossal creatures were baring their fangs and holding each other at bay, all for the sake of fighting over a wild boar roasted until it smelled mouthwateringly fragrant.
Neither was willing to retreat even half a step.
Magic beasts and the Demon Race were entirely different creatures. They could not abstain from food, and when it came to the pleasures of the mouth and belly, they were especially greedy.
The Ghost-Face Centipede and the Red-Scaled Twin-Tailed Snake were both notorious far and wide, but their spiritual intelligence had yet to awaken. Usually, when they encountered prey, they could only swallow it raw and tear it apart alive.
In other words, they were not much different from savages who ate hair and drank blood.
That sort of thing could fill the stomach, but as for the taste, it truly could not be called satisfying. How could it compare to the wild boar before them, whose fragrance made heads turn?
Naturally, neither of the two monsters was willing to give it up.
"Hiss..."
A sound that made the spine go cold entered the ears. The Red-Scaled Twin-Tailed Snake raised its head high and opened its bloody maw wide. Its forked tongue flickered in and out, and a nauseating stench spread from it.
At the same time, its body was wrapped in crimson demonic qi, and the temperature of the entire valley rose by quite a bit.
The Ghost-Face Centipede naturally would not show weakness either.
The front half of its body likewise reared up like a man. Its mouth was not as large as the python's, but it had two fangs like pincers, and centipedes were creatures of a hundred legs; those centipede legs kept swaying in the night wind. If it had been someone with even