Before the devouring eyeballs could react, a spark at the bottom of the black smoke ignited it, spreading with the momentum of a prairie fire.
"HISS... ROAR..."
"I am unwilling..."
"Flesh... eternity... the stars align..."
The black smoke let out a painful, low roar.
Savage beast heads, fish heads with dazed expressions, and various sinister human faces emerged—these were all the beings devoured by the Nightmare Deer King.
Yet at this moment, the blaze resolved into a ball of golden, shimmering cooking oil.
Following the banquet preparation process, Chu Yi took a bone soup ladle, molded the marinated minced meat into balls, and placed them one by one into the pan of hot oil for frying.
"SIZZLE..."
The meatballs twitched and convulsed in the hot oil, that sliver of Mad Will issuing painful pleas, begging the master of this kitchen to spare it.
Add water, cover the pot, simmer, reduce the sauce...
Half an hour later, it was ready.
