The night was pitch-black.
Inside an Unfinished Building in a secluded area.
In a corner, the corpses of several stray dogs had been gutted and chopped into large chunks of meat.
Six barbarians silently tore into the raw meat, blood running from the corners of their mouths.
Their environment shaped their customs. Under normal conditions in the other world, it was difficult to start a fire, and they were used to eating their food raw.
Just then, an exceptionally strong barbarian cautiously asked a huge shadow in the distance, "Honored sir, Luoba, Heishan, and Ma Jiao still haven't arrived. Could they already be dead?"
These men were some of the strongest warriors recruited from their various tribes, but in the face of this savage, terrifying lord, they didn't dare show the slightest disrespect.
When they'd first arrived, the chieftain of a small tribe had been so ignorant of the heavens' vastness that he'd spoken disrespectfully. Yet the other man had merely glanced at him, and the chieftain had immediately stiffened from head to toe, unable to move. In the end, he'd been eaten alive, feet first.
The huge shadow, who'd been wolfing down food nearby, raised his head and revealed a ferocious face. He gave a bloodthirsty smile, his sharp teeth stained with blood and strands of meat, then rasped, "Are you asking me?"
"Y-yes, honored sir," the barbarian said, unable to stop himself from swallowing.
"I don't know about the others, but Ma Jiao is down to one leg!" As he spoke, he reached out a pale hand, picked up a leg, and showed it to the barbarians nearby. The leg was over a meter long, yet in his hand it looked like a lamb leg.
The surroundings fell silent for a moment.
"Y-you killed him? He was a