The echoes of Blood-Sea Demon Duke Xue Kuang’s booming laugh bounced off the ten-mile cavern walls.
Then the smoke cleared.
Instead of seeing twelve victorious Blood-Sea scouts draining a chained, dying dragon egg on a freezing altar, Demon Duke Xue Kuang saw three completely baffling sights.
First, a gleaming white-and-gold [Rank 6 Gu Family Earth-Core Camper Van] was parked comfortably by the steps. Warm string lights hung from the awning, and a pot of brown-sugar boba tea was steaming on an outdoor stove.
Second, his prized vanguard commander, Blood-Claw Demon General, sat hog-tied in a neat row at the bottom of the stairs alongside all twelve elite Rank 6 scouts. They were wrapped in woollen prison blankets and were halfway through signing Grandpa Fu’s fifty-year road-paving labor contracts in exchange for steamed buns!
Third—and most shocking of all—the obsidian altar was completely empty except for a folded pink-and-blue bunny-patterned electric blanket and a few crumbs of cheddar cheese seasoning!
“W-what is the meaning of this?!” Demon Duke Xue Kuang’s jaw dropped so hard his skull-necklace clattered against his breastplate. He pointed a trembling blood-cleaver at the hog-tied Blood-Claw General.
“Blood-Claw!
