Just as the Earth Dragon race and the Gray Fin Tribe joined hands, the banquet in the Land of Nightmare finally reached its conclusion.
Little Demons don't eat much.
A pot of wheat porridge sufficient for a hundred people was enough to fill the bellies of a thousand Little Demons.
All the Little Demons feasted to their heart's content.
Even Mi Xi, who had been obsessing over the Earth Dragon race's dinner, temporarily forgot her complaints as she held her bulging stomach and loudly expressed her satisfaction.
"Burp—Damn! I really can't eat another bite."
To prevent the food that had reached her throat from coming back up, she was trying very hard to digest it.
In the entire Land of Nightmare, now plunged into revelry, only Queen Qianqian, sitting on her throne, still managed to retain a semblance of her majestic and dignified image.
But just barely.
