Chapter 130: Each Own's Battlefield!

In the fifth layer of the labyrinth, amidst the central camp of the Crush Skull Tribe, the gibberish and clamor bubbled and burst.

The diminutive goblins were competing in combat, and the unfortunate losers would not only be ridiculed by the other goblins but also tossed into a giant pot by the towering ogres to be stewed in a soup.

Today, as always, the ogre tribe was abuzz with activity!

However, unlike in peaceful times, the Priests of the Crush Skull Tribe seemed rather busy.

Enveloped in a cloak, the ogre High Priest had his eyes tightly shut, as if in communion with the free spirits between heaven and earth, or perhaps in contact with the "Great Gluttonous King" who ruled over all.

Suddenly, he opened his bloodthirsty pupils and gazed upon a patch of chaotic sky, his aged and hoarse voice trembling with excitement.

"He's here!"

That was the demon who had come from afar—

The sustenance bestowed upon them by the Great Gluttonous King!

He saw prosperity in the frying pan!