"Leave some for me, leave some for me! It smells amazing! Who knew the Profound Origin Scorpion Clan could be this delicious? How did we never discover this before?"
"Yeah, yeah! How did we never discover this before? Go catch a few more and let's try something fresh."
Below, a large group of hulking figures had set up an enormous rack. Skewered upon it was a gigantic creature covered in thick scales, with a pair of massive pincers at its front.
It was ten zhang long and eight zhang wide. From above, it looked exactly like a gigantic scorpion.
This was the Profound Origin Scorpion Clan's true form.
One enormous rack after another stood below, the scorpions atop them roasted bright red, their fragrance spreading across tens of millions of miles.
"I'm giving you one last half hour. Once the half hour is up, we start on proper business."
Poison Venerable said with a headache. Ever since these fellows discovered that the Profound Origin Scorpion Clan tasted good, they had been unable to move on—slaughtering them wherever they went, setting up fires and roasting them on the spot.
And honestly, they really did taste quite good.
"Young Master, don't worry. We know our limits. We guarantee we'll finish within half an hour."
"Rest assured, Young Master. We know what we're doing."
Listening to the voices below, Poison Venerable rubbed his brow. You know shit about limits.
"Hm? They're here."
At that moment, Poison Venerable seemed to sense something and turned around. At some unknown point, densely packed warships had appeared all around them, encircling the entire star.
Mighty experts stood atop each of them.
"Creatures on the star, listen up! You have half an hour. Get out here obediently within half an hour. You have already been surrounded, so do