He finished speaking, and with a flick of his sleeve.
The Xiu Luo Envoys distributed torches.
At first, the townsfolk dared not make any moves, only constantly scrutinizing the demon bird.
This was because they had never seen such a demon before, dared not make a move, and were even more fearful.
Feng Fuce softly said, "Think of that innocent child who died."
Most homes had children.
Someone immediately roared, "Die, demon bird!"
A torch was thrown out with a "whoosh," landing on the firewood, instantly igniting the oil atop it.
As the flames rose, more townsfolk grew bold and hurled their torches.
Every mouth roared and shouted, venting the fear and trepidation of these days.
Feng Fuce stood quietly not far from the fire pit, feeling this surge of resentful energy.
Under normal circumstances, this hatred would increase his mana.
Actually, the demon bird didn't need to be burned alive; Feng Fuce had ways to find the hidden whereabouts of those children.
