"Great-Uncle..."
Teng Hua, the Skull Vine Demon, burst into tears and collapsed limply to the ground.
Before her, an aged vine demon had somehow lost his life. He lay on the ground, having passed away in his sleep, still clutching a wine bottle filled with ordinary blood wine.
Beneath him, there was also a bottle of unopened Spirit Blood Wine, plainly visible with a sweep of divine sense.
"Great-Uncle, rest in peace."
Teng Hua's tears instantly poured forth like a spring.
The old man had clearly sensed yesterday that his end was near, which was why he had been reluctant to drink that precious bottle of Spirit Blood Wine.
How foolish. She had truly been foolish.
She should have known then. The old man had always loved wine as dearly as life, yet he had suddenly become reluctant to drink it.
At that time, he must have known that he was going to die.
Yet what could knowing have changed?
Great-Uncle had spent his entire life brewing so much blood wine with his life essence. His vitality and soul had long been drained dry; his lifespan should have ended long ago. Sooner or later, this day would have come.
Such was the fate of the Skull Vine Demon Clan.
Outside the stone cave, Jiang Ding held a Blood Egg half the height of a man and watched in silence.
It was perfectly normal for a decrepit old Skull Vine Demon to die. There was nothing unexpected about it, and it would not provoke any investigation or suspicion.
In these mere few minutes, dozens of Skull Vine Demons had died.
Most had exhausted themselves to death while brewing blood wine. A small number had encountered danger or conspiracies. Only this old Skull Vine Demon had reached the end of his