And at this moment, the four-armed Demon host seemed to finally find the opportunity to speak, his tone exuding an indescribable exasperation.
"It's truly unbelievable... Both the red and blue sides unexpectedly started making fire and cooking at the same time? It seems they plan to leave the decisive battle until the evening," he said.
"..."
"What a waste!"
Sitting in the VIP box, Kamu Dragon cursed under his breath and shifted his gaze to another floating large screen.
Fortunately, it wasn't just his brother who was a glutton; a certain Demon King was the same.
In his pasture, over a dozen fires had been lit, with a skinned hell-goat skewered over each flame.
The arena's large screens occasionally gave a close-up of the goats, roasting to a crisp golden brown, eliciting drooling from the audience.
Even though they couldn't smell the tantalizing aroma, just the sight of the sizzling, oil-dripping goats was enough to stir the demons' appetites.
