Lu Wufei continued to fly at a steady pace toward the border, flying high in the sky.
Below him.
At the western border of Lion Camel Ridge.
Flames flickered in the distance.
In front of one of these bonfires.
A group of demons gathered around a large iron pot full of chunks of meat, bubbling heartily.
At that moment, one of the demons stirred the boiling pot with a stick. Suddenly, a round head floated to the top, its skin and flesh horribly cooked away until its gender was completely unrecognizable.
There were seven or eight similar pots of stewed meat around the fire.
Several wooden racks nearby had half-treated carcasses hanging from them;
On a flat cart, several more bodies lay neatly lined up to be treated;
In a pickling vat, glistening raw...
The group of demons ravenously ate from the pot, occasionally guzzling from large cups of wine.
At this time.
In front of the largest bonfire.