King of Destruction-Descends!

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The open ground was growing lively.

Before long, countless Demon servants had carried everything to the clearing outside the Castle.

Chairs and stools, enormous tables, and countless dishes and utensils.

There was a huge quantity of beast meat and plenty of Water Ghouls. Some still dripped blood, others were half-cooked, but most were deliciously roasted. After all, most Demons did not have such unusual tastes.

Barrels of fruit juice mixed with blood were brought out and set on the tables.

At the sight of the bloody juice, some Demons were already swallowing hard.

The ordinary Demons watching from afar could only eat the food they had brought, gaze longingly at those delicacies, and dream.

They dared not come over. This was where powerful Demons gathered; approaching would be asking for death.

Besides, guards were on watch. Even if they wanted to come over, they could not!

At the sight of the drinks on the tables, all the Demons froze for a moment.

These were specialties of Archmond's territory. Even the leaders of the various factions rarely saw them.

What extravagance. You're serving such precious things without restraint—what exactly are you after? Er Dongsheng looked at the bloody juice, which seemed to have been made from Blood Essence, and pondered.

The Demons took their seats. Some sat three or four to a table, others in groups, and a few had tables to themselves—Er Dongsheng, for example!

No one dared sit with him!

Every Demon felt immense pressure in his presence!

Even the captains of the Destruction Squad chose a table beside Er Dongsheng's and sat down there.

The Demons