The aroma of the Tuna guide's roasted flesh drifted over the chopping board in the Golden Palace. What should have been the finest delicacy made the onlookers at the side tremble in fear.
They had followed Jones for many years. Though this kind of torture on the grill was common enough, never before had a soul been firmly bound within the body.
This Tuna had clearly violated a taboo. His soul was tightly shackled inside his shell, dying bit by bit amid agony.
The howls finally ceased. The Demons below looked toward Jones at the center of the room, yet not one dared make a sound. They all knew how grave this was. They had intended to keep Li Ziran in the Abyss; in order to make proper arrangements, Jones had personally prepared an operating room and acquired a Derivative Space.
Though he had some forceful measures at hand, Jones had exhausted everything to welcome Li Ziran. Yet now, the painstakingly prepared feast had no diner. The thought alone was terrifying.
"What should we do?"
Jones's low question emerged from the oppressive silence, so stiff and cold that it made everyone suffocate.
No one dared answer, because they did not know what to do either.
How could they search for an ordinary living being in this vast, boundless sea? Moreover, judging from the information returned by the Tuna, they had already fallen completely into the encirclement of giant beasts from the Outer Sea.
They had already sent Demon guards to search the battlefield. Unfortunately, apart from some giant beast carcasses, they found nothing else.
There was now no way to determine whether Li Ziran was still alive.
"Commander, we should contact the military. Although Li Ziran is an honored guest of our Golden Palace, the true beneficiaries are the lords