"Ah, it seems to be a stubborn dragon... I guess it can’t be persuaded." That voice was mixed with a sigh and regret.

However, the Abyssal Demon Dragon continued to struggle with its head down.

Until the bonfire rose, and the aroma of meat wafted into the nostrils of the Abyssal Demon Dragon, its struggling movements slightly froze.

Why does this meat aroma feel... somewhat familiar... Diya Harut wondered in his heart.

As the meat aroma grew stronger, coupled with the golden ropes that could not be broken, Diya Harut could not endure anymore, squirming like a cocoon to turn around— the annoying voice and bonfire were behind him, and his extraordinary senses and energy restrained by the Demon Spider Silk required him to turn around, otherwise, he could only grasp blindly in the dark.

As soon as Diya Harut turned his head, he saw Udi, in his three-meter-high dragon-man form, holding a several-meter-long pitch-black dragon horn, skewering a large chunk of blood-stained meat with black scales, grilling it over the bonfire with yellow flames, occasionally sprinkling some spices on it.

Diya Harut immediately recognized it; the ’stick’ being used was his dragon horn, and the piece of meat was also from his own body...

"Bastard, how dare you!" Diya Harut’s eyes were wide open with rage at the scene, as a strong sense of humiliation surged in his heart.

Abyssal Demon Dragons regard dragon horns and dragon wings as symbols of noble bloodline, naturally placing a special status on them.

Udi glanced at the incessantly yelling and enraged Abyssal Demon Dragon, lowered his head, and flipped the roasting meat to the other side, then sprinkled a generous amount of Black Castle maid special seasoning.

Due to cultivating Spiritual Energy, Udi was diligently nurturing his ’eating’ interest.

As the grilling continued, the flames on the ground began to weaken.

But it was of no concern; lying beside the bonfire was a seven to eight-meter large Molten Turtle, eagerly spurting a gush of yellow flame from the lava pores on its shell without Udi’s need for prompting.

Molten Turtle, an Abyssal creature, can reach Level 14 in adulthood, on the verge of top level, considered a powerful creature among high-level creatures, with older Molten Turtles having a fair chance to break into the top level.

Yet to Udi, a Molten Turtle, capable of slaughtering thousands, was merely a Fire-Burning Turtle.

"Not bad, very perceptive, hmm... I’ve decided, from now on you are my Fire-Burning Turtle!"

Watching the turtle carefully controlling the heat, Udi flashed a satisfied smile.

The turtle trembled, recalling the terrifying scene of its entire Molten Turtle clan being devoured in three bites by the Black Giant Dragon...

The heat immediately stabilized. [Effort in display]

Diya Harut watched Udi, who completely ignored him, and watched the other face satisfyingly devour his flesh, as finally a hint of fear emerged in his heart.

However, Diya Harut did not make a sound; he wasn’t stupid. Udi didn’t kill him for sure; he had an objective, and as for what that purpose was... Diya Harut could roughly guess.

This was the time to stay silent. [Abyssal Demon Dragon calms and watches]

"Too little meat."

Having finished a whole piece of roasted meat, Udi, while satisfied with the flavor, also felt a bit troubled.

There is more meat, but he doesn’t want to roast it.

It’s too troublesome.

Eating raw meat directly... would be a shame, as it is rare Demon Dragon Flesh.

A thought flashed, and Udi’s eyes brightened as he stepped into the Any Gate that suddenly appeared before him.

Before the guarding turtle and the bound Abyssal Black Dragon could give rise to any peculiar thoughts, the Any Gate appeared in the cave, and a dozen Succubi were directly kicked over from the other side.

Udi swiftly followed.

Quickly, the trembling dozen Succubi began the grilling meat work.

As for the meat?

Freshly cut meat source—Abyssal Demon Dragon.

In response, a flicker of anger flashed in the Diya Harut Dragon’s eyes, but it endured.

As the grilling continued...

"By the way, why do the tail tips behind your butts have bristles instead of arrowheads? I remember Succubi tail tips being arrow-shaped?"

The Succubi grilling meat exchanged glances upon hearing Udi’s question; one gathered courage and said, tremblingly,

"Sir, we are just lower-level Succubi; the kind you mentioned are upper-rank Enchantresses."

"Explain yourself clearly." Udi asked curiously. Although he could consult the Dragon’s Legacy, listening to others is a different experience than reading ’books’.

Okay, he was just lazy.

"Sir... we lower-level Succubi are born from crossbreeding with various creatures, possessing a mixed bloodline with low innate potential; generally growing to Intermediate Demon struggles to break through... we are born slaves..." the brave Succubus spoke cautiously, occasionally sneaking a glance at Udi.

Each time reminded of the moment when the Demon Eye on his forehead opened, instantly annihilating all guards of the slave convoy and most slaves.

Two hundred plus members of the slave convoy, in just an instant, leaving only them, the dozen lower-level Succubi alive. The fearful slave convoy leader, a Master Level half-beastman, was directly obliterated under that black light.

In the Abyss, slave convoys and adventurers mostly come from other dimensions of darkness; rarely do Demons engage in such endeavors.

Due to chaotic nature.

If they were tasked to escort slaves for sale, they might have eaten all the slaves before even halfway through the journey.

"Upper-rank Enchantresses are what you mentioned; they can grow to the level of High-Level Demons and have the chance to break through to Great Demons.