No sooner said than done.
He stepped forward and grabbed a fine-looking Ninth-grade Little Mountain Chicken. The thing did not even dare struggle or flee; the flock merely stirred uneasily for a moment.
The Mantis Swordsmen and Gray Rat Knights, on the other hand, revealed longing gazes. They wanted chicken too. They did not want to eat dried grasshoppers!
Then you lot are out of luck.
"I need some fire first."
Wang Wu first snapped the Little Mountain Chicken's neck with one twist. Without even plucking it, he willed it, and a ball of flame ignited in his bear paw. Yet the flame was docile, turning along with his paw. Even when it burned the chicken's feathers, it did not go out of control in the slightest.
No, in truth, it had only burned away a few feathers at the very beginning. Once Wang Wu swiftly grasped the trick, the flame passed harmlessly through the feathers and began burning within the Little Mountain Chicken's flesh.
If it had been ordinary fire, this would have been impossible no matter what.
But this was spirit fire, formed from Crimson Flame Spirit Energy. It was called flame, yet it was not quite flame—it was a higher-quality form of energy.
At first, Wang Wu tried turning the Little Mountain Chicken over, but later discovered that was entirely unnecessary.
He only needed to control the Crimson Flame Spirit Energy with precision.
As the Crimson Flame Spirit Energy was consumed, he replenished it.
All told, he consumed 50 points of Crimson Flame Spirit Energy before he felt it had reached the right degree. He did not truly have any exact standard; he simply stopped when the Crimson Flame Spirit Energy reached saturation.
Since it was his first time, everything had to be explored by trial and