Crackle, crackle.
The logs in the fire split, making a crisp sound. The wild beast meat being roasted above is still streaked with blood as it is savagely torn apart by someone's large bites.
Upon close examination, the back of the hand of the person eating the meat is covered in fur, like no ordinary being.
Huyan Dong and his son, Huyan Bin, both had long bronze nails hammered into them, covered in talisman inscriptions. Their cultivation was completely suppressed, and they obediently sat to one side.
Four or five beastlike half-demons stood nearby, wielding divine weapons, closely watching their every move.
With a series of footsteps, Li Jiantong, with his body full of sinister aura, again appeared, carrying a large hind leg of a wild beast in his hand.
"City Lord, Young City Lord," he spoke with his characteristic taunting smile, "Won't you eat at all? Even with high cultivation, injured people need spiritual sustenance."
"No need," Huyan Dong shook his head.
