Inside the demon palace, the scent of blood mingled with the smell of alcohol.

Ever since that bull demon, who didn't know better, had its head crushed by Lord White Ape, all the demons in the hall had become much more subdued.

Although they still devoured meat and gulped down wine, the raucous laughter and cursing were no longer heard.

On the main seat, the old ape maintained his half-dead appearance, engrossed in a tattered scroll.