Having gnawed off the flesh from the face and the brains from within, the tall, thin evil cultivator casually tossed the skull aside. He then lifted his bone cup to take a large gulp of Blood Wine.
Afterward, he belched out the sweet, fetid stench of the wine, squinted, and said, "After we've feasted on the people and livestock in that mountain village, the grand feast for us practitioners of the outer paths should be about to begin! It's perfect timing to make a batch of jerky to eat on the road."
The short, stout evil cultivator quite agreed with his junior martial brother's suggestion and was about to nod when his expression suddenly changed drastically.
The next moment, he slapped his Universe Bag, and a large drum—crafted from the skin, bones, and sinews of cultivators—appeared in his hands.
"BOOM!"
"BOOM! BOOM!"
The short, stout evil cultivator wildly swung a bone mallet, furiously beating the human-skin drum.
