The atmosphere inside the banquet hall was chillingly bizarre.
On one side, Demon Clan nobles buried their heads, devouring the food on the banquet tables like a whirlwind. On the other side, the remaining six people sat like frightened birds; even the scraping sound of a dinner plate made their hearts pound with terror.
The cooked human soldiers on the plates, and the headless corpse of Tang San lying on the floor beside them. Either of these sights brought endless dread to the remaining six.
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