Fire, searingly hot flames.
Gasoline, a seemingly endless supply of gasoline.
In last night's chaotic battle, these ants had relied entirely on their numerical advantage, following the principle that enough ants could kill an elephant, to wear that Third-Tier Weird down to death.
But now? That approach was useless against Luo Fan.
At least, it was useless until Luo Fan had exhausted his nearly 80,000 yuan in check-in funds.
For the first batch of gasoline, he spent 2,000 yuan on ten barrels and tossed them out. The scorching flames completely suppressed the tide of ants.
As the flames gradually weakened and the tide of ants seemed ready to regroup, Luo Fan spent another 2,000 yuan, buying another ten barrels of gasoline and throwing them out one after another.
Not enough? Then he would keep buying more.
A big spender!
Luo Fan had never imagined that he would get to experience what being a big spender felt like in the middle of a battle.
The 80,000 yuan in check-in funds he had saved over nearly a week would let him keep burning for a very, very long time.
Besides, although 80,000 yuan in check-in funds was a lot, it was nothing compared to that enormous piece of void spirit jade.
If they could burn the ants with gasoline, there was no need for everyone to expend their own strength fighting. Playing it safe came first.
"Just... how much gasoline has Luo Fan stockpiled?" Han Shanzhong couldn't help asking as he watched Luo Fan throw out at least fifty barrels of gasoline altogether.
Fifty barrels, each a standard thirty-liter fuel barrel.
Did that mean Luo Fan had already poured out 1,500 liters of gasoline?
"Back then, the small tanker truck we drove away from that Black Refinery only had a total capacity