Deep Roasting

The Evil Soul Master struggled desperately, but Mu Feng's grip was astonishingly strong. He forcibly lifted him off the ground, leaving him to flail in midair, while carefully controlling his strength so as not to snap his neck.

Looking at the broad smile on Mu Feng's face, the Evil Soul Master, who had just been consumed by the instinct to survive, finally noticed the chilling coldness hidden within it.

The gray Soul Ring vanished, replaced by a pair of smooth, gilded Sacred Wings. A golden-white flame leaped from Mu Feng's palm, which was gripping his neck.

A layer of golden-white flame quickly spread across his entire body. Mu Feng controlled the Sacred Flame, burning only places that would not end his life, and piercing wails echoed through the luxurious underground mansion.

Watching the Evil Soul Master who had once brutalized them turn into a living torch in the hands of this young man, the women who had been captured and thought all hope was lost stood frozen in place.

Mu Feng thoroughly roasted the mangled human torch for over a minute. Only when even the screams had faded into muffled silence and he had completely turned to ash did the women finally come to their senses, realizing that this gentle-looking young man with sharp eyes had ended this demon.

Holy wings spread behind his back, and the cold sneer on his face vanished, replaced by an expression that combined pity and concern.

"I'm sorry. Every village I reached had already been massacred by him. I imagine your families may have also fallen victim to that beast. If any of you wish to return to your hometowns, I can provide travel expenses and resettlement funds. If you have nowhere to go, I can take you somewhere entirely new and help you