Meanwhile, in the territory of the Vampire Bat tribe, the atmosphere was completely different, full of luxury and eeriness.
Paland leaned slightly, half-resting against an incredibly exquisitely and uniquely carved stone chair, shaped like a pair of spread bat wings embracing the sitter. He slowly fanned the feather fan in his hand, his gaze lazy yet razor-sharp, listening to the tribesmen reporting below.
The Vampire Bat beastmen lined up in a row, kneeling on one knee on the ground, bowing their heads, not daring to look directly at their king, extremely respectfully stepping forward one by one to report. The space in the vast cave was submerged in a terrifying silence, with only the sound of water dripping from stalactites and the trembling voice of the reporter echoing.
