Chapter 565: Mad Harvest
The Core of Black Iron was the heart of the Black Iron Wind Ruins. It was also the main lair of No. 88. As the supreme ruler of this Subspace region, No. 88 held absolute authority over everything and everyone within this region.
It could decide the life and death of countless Terrors with just a single thought. But now, it was dead. And not peacefully. But it had been roasted to perfection.
"A little more cumin, and it’d be perfect," Little Huang said casually.
In the palace at the Core of Black Iron, Little Huang had set up a grill. He had used an ancestral iron skewer to skewer No. 88 from its mouth all the way down to its legs.
The creature’s hair had been carefully removed, and its body now rotated steadily over the flames, producing the sizzling sound of roasting meat. A tantalizing aroma filled the air.
"Cut me a piece," Li Xiaofei said. When he took a bite, he chewed thoughtfully. "Mmm, delicious."
"Who would’ve thought that Terror meat is actually this tasty," he remarked.
"If this had been five hundred years ago, the Great Xia people would’ve eaten the entire Terror race into extinction."
"Why five hundred years ago?"
"Because there are fewer Great Xia people now."
"Uh... fair point," Li Xiaofei conceded.