Ice Spirit Fruit was a specialty of the Northern Lands. Not only was it fresh, sweet, and delicious, it also contained pure icy spiritual power. If humans or demons cultivating cold-attribute techniques consumed it regularly, it would benefit their cultivation to some extent.
That was precisely why the Ox-Head Demonic Cultivator complained while disregarding the erosion of its icy spiritual power, popping one of the white grape-like spirit fruits into his mouth after another.
"Since the Valley Master has ordered us to mobilize in full force this time, Lesser Extreme Palace must not be some weak faction. It is only right for the Vice Valley Master and the others to make thorough preparations. Brother Niu, calm down."
A demon cultivator whose head and face were covered in dark green scales, making his species impossible to identify, patted the Ox-Head Demonic Cultivator on the shoulder.
"Prepare my ass! If you ask me, those Savage Demons must be dragging their feet! Lord of the Ice Sea hasn't shown herself for years!"
"Exactly! Exactly! Who knows why the Valley Master insists on working with those Savage Demons? I heard Lesser Extreme Palace has plenty of treasures. Wouldn't it be better if we swallowed them all ourselves?"
Having been cooped up in this frozen wasteland for so long, the demon cultivators of Myriad Demon Valley were all in foul moods. The moment someone started, they erupted into a noisy chorus of complaints.
Just then, the faint sound of a horn reached the cave, causing the previously clamorous demons to fall silent.
For a moment, the cave became so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.
Next Moment, the demons flew out of the cave dwelling almost simultaneously, some trailing demonic wind and others transforming into escape lights, all heading for a lone peak