Within the valley
The Dragon Turtle Demon leisurely swung its tail, rolling up half of a Magma Demon's corpse and stuffing it into its mouth, its coarse tongue licking over the shredded meat on the remains, bones being crunched to powder between its fangs, with dark green juice dripping from the corners of its mouth, corroding the black stone and sizzling into small pits.
The skin beneath its shell felt the nourishment of the Demonic Qi, each scale slightly heating up, the energy within its body like magma about to boil, making it let out a comfortable moan.
At that moment, a sharp sense of crisis pierced the mind like an ice pick!
This feeling came without warning—no energy fluctuation, no breath leaking, yet it instinctively sensed the approach of death.
