Those who had not yet transcended through their tribulations, regardless of demon, human spirit, or other beings, all needed food to sustain life.
The Enchanting Demon was born with a spiritual body, yet unable to assimilate it for personal use, their physical bodies frail and their martial prowess weak.
After the city's fall and the suffering of war and tormenting of body and soul, coupled with the disruption of water and food supply, even the sturdiest of bodies could not endure.
Hong Zhuang had not been able to leave the prison cart with her companions and was forcibly famished for another night.
Just a few days earlier, she had been the cherished granddaughter of the Enchanting Demon Clan's leader, never having experienced such hardship.
