The taste of the Immortal Fruit was wonderful. After swallowing it, the entire body felt nourished, and Cong Shuai's gaze fell again on the remaining Immortal Fruits.
The Five Heads Demon Servant and Frost Wolf Demon Monarch exchanged a look, and both sighed deeply in their hearts.
The noble Demon of the Blood Punishment Clan had fallen to such a plight. If the ancestors of the Blood Punishment Clan were still alive, they would probably cry bitterly.
"Eat, eat, I'll have more brought out."
Frost Wolf Demon Monarch smiled at Cong Shuai.
Cong Shuai coughed lightly and then shook his head: "I'm sorry, I'm too hungry. The base has been out of food for several days. That tribe member was injured, so I gave all the remaining food to him. I don't want to return to the Demon Abyss, as long as you can support me with some Immortal Rice. Aren't you aiming to deal with those people from the Blood Ancestor Divine Sect? I can sell intelligence to you."
