You Specialize in Taming Frogs

The concentrated essential oil was like a powder keg compressed to its limit. The instant a spark touched it, it twisted and flailed like a dancing girl baring her fangs and claws, setting off a series of popping bursts.

Driven by the oil, the flames instantly clung to the faces of those creatures. The Cavefolk, especially, instinctively covered their eyes with both hands, but the flames stuck to its hands like a plague. As its palms ** across its body, the fire spread over it from head to toe in the blink of an eye.

The pungent stench of burning hair spread wildly through the air. Flames followed the pores in their skin and drilled into the fine muscle tissue beneath. Grease was squeezed out, sizzling and bubbling. Within less than half a minute, some of their skins had swollen like balloons.

Bang!

With the first explosion, the crackling went on without end like a string of firecrackers. Threads of meaty fragrance spread amid those strange sounds.

Yet that scent made the distant Minotaurs vomit, and they had no choice but to turn away.

Even the three girls standing before the execution pyre were pale-faced. Even so, they held scriptures in their hands and muttered some sort of prayer under their breath.

As their chanting intensified, faint strands of transparent energy could be seen flying out of the burning shells and entering the girls' bodies.

"Devouring Curse?"

Li Ziran was slightly startled. This was clearly devouring souls, yet it was completely different from his Devouring Curse.

It seemed that only with the support of a particular scripture and execution by fire could those souls be squeezed out.

Like exquisite dishes, they needed the perfect conditions.

The smell of meat had shifted from fragrant to slightly burnt. The flesh on the