"Brother Baldy, we've finished all the wine we brought. Why don't we kill a few sheep and drink some sheep blood to quench our thirst?"
Under the scorching sun, the group of wolf demons stuck out their tongues and breathed heavily, looking listless.
One of the wolf demons looked at the flock of sheep chasing after them. It was drooling as it ran to the front and suggested to a bald wolf demon in the lead.
Wolves loved to eat sheep.
The bald wolf demon clearly wanted to as well, but when it recalled the boss's cold gaze, it forced itself to endure the urge.
"No, there are still more than ten Mountain Kings left. If there are no more sheep, I'll tie you up and offer you to those Kings."
The wolf demon was helpless. It could only shake its tongue and return to its seat.
The cultivation of demons was not as orthodox as human cultivators.
