For the next three days and three nights, on this scorched earth at the edge of the demon realm, a bizarre yet orderly scene unfolded.

The Ice Crystal Giant Lizard Demon God crouched on the ground with its massive body, carefully peeling away the gleaming carapaces of various demonic creatures with its sharp claws, completely removing the snow-white flesh. The carapaces were then thrown into the seven-colored stove to be roasted, emitting crackling sounds and a strange, burnt aroma.

The octopus demon's tentacles, like a highly efficient assembly line, swirl the Styx squid at high speed through the churning Styx steam, washing it clean, while its suckers lock it in firmly, ensuring that not a single grain of sand remains.

The other seven tentacles deftly sliced ​​and plated the prepared tentacle meat evenly.

The Poison Ivy Tree Demon transforms into a top-notch anatomist, its thousands of vines dancing with precision, its poisonous thorns swiftly striking the massive monster corpse, softening its muscle fibers.

Then, just like a skilled butcher carving up an ox, the meat is cut along the grain into perfect snowflake-shaped pieces.

Then, its monsters collect its newly grown venomous stingers, and the squeezed juice drips into a special container.

The high-level monsters were even more like clockwork.

The lava demons roared as they poured the golden-red essence of earth fire drawn from the depths of the earth into the hearth, and flames instantly rose up.

The dark trolls swung their giant clubs, made from the bones of their own kind, and roared as they pounded the mountain of beast bones into even pieces, which they then threw into the boiling cauldron. The thick, white broth churned and released a primal and domineering aroma of meat.

The swarm of bone-eating moths scattered silvery spatial dust, enveloping the cut pieces of meat and forming suspended vacuum spheres.

The Styx worm carries a huge block of ice emitting a chilling aura, moving between areas to provide a cooling source for the parts that need to be cooled.

Monica was the busiest supervisor and translator, her figure moving around the huge "kitchen".

Her [Domain of Insight] was fully activated, and her eyes flashed with rapidly flowing data information.

"Giant Lizard, this demon has bruises and hidden injuries on its limbs and joints. Remove them, otherwise it will affect the final taste!"

"Octopus, this monster hasn't been rinsed enough, rinse it three more times!"

"Tree Man, the spinal fascia of this Lava Demon is cut too thickly, recut it! It's affecting the evenness of heating!"

"Lava Demon Group, the fire at stove number three is too weak, change the ignition point! Dark Troll, the bone pieces in cauldron number seven are too large, retrieve them and smash them!"

Her instructions were conveyed through mental fluctuations, correcting every detail of the ideas Mark had shared with her regarding the preparation of ingredients.

The mid-level demons didn't complain at all, as if they were fulfilling a sacred mission.

Every scrap of meat and every drop of juice is handled with meticulous care.

The entire venue was filled with the smells of blood, sulfur, strange aromas, and busy activity. The seven-colored black stove burned steadily, breaking down and transforming the massive mountain of ingredients bit by bit.

Beyond the rift in the Demon Realm, beneath a distorted, purplish-black sky.

Eileen's languid, reclining posture had long since become stiff.

The star and moon magic threads wrapped around her fingertips trembled violently, like a spider web thrown into a storm.

Over the past three days, the energy fluctuations emanating from the depths of the rift have become increasingly massive and bizarre.

That was not something that could be caused by a few hundred monsters stirring up trouble or a demon god unleashing his power.

It was a terrifying will that seemed to be forcibly distorting the rules of the abyss, forcibly incorporating the chaotic and filthy land into a certain realm of order.

"Something's not right... What on earth is Mark up to in there?" Ellen frowned, her powerful Star and Moon Perception ignoring the warning of magic backlash, and forcibly probed the coordinates of Mark's team.

Buzz—!

Her consciousness seemed to have crashed into a boiling, colorful ocean!

It was no longer simply demonic pollution, but countless pure and terrifying wills being guided and fused in a way that surpassed her comprehension.

In her field of vision, there was no longer scorched earth and monsters. In a daze, she seemed to see a strange kingdom composed of pure "appetite" and "order" growing wildly in the Demon Realm!

Its dome is a seven-colored flame, its prayer is the roar of the demon god, its followers are busy demon shadows, and the figure standing in the center exudes a majesty that is like a god who rules over everything!

She had never seen this scene before, but...

This aura was so similar to the mysterious being that descended through Xiao Mu on that day, as she remembered it!

"Hiss..." Ellen gasped, instantly severing the magical connection as if she had been burned.

Her delicate face was slightly pale, and her eyes held undisguised horror.

Just then, Mark's mental fluctuations, tinged with fatigue yet unable to conceal his excitement, came through:

"Sister Ellen! It's done! Three days and three nights, a great success! It's an unprecedented feast in the Abyss! I've saved a seat for you, come and have a taste!"

Looking at the still trembling Star Moon Black Gold in her hand, Eileen replied decisively and swiftly, her tone resolute:

"No! Mark Stewart! By the Goddess of the Stars and Moon, in the name of the Chosen One, I tell you! Don't try to drag me down with you to eat those monstrous things! You... better watch yourselves!"

Without hesitation, she reinforced the shielding of the spatial passage once again, completely isolating herself from the overwhelming atmosphere of the feast below that made her soul tremble.

Even through the crack, she could almost smell the strange, rich fragrance that was a mixture of divinity, demonic energy, and a forcibly blended allure of decadence.

On the scorched earth, the mountain of ingredients has vanished.

Instead, neatly arranged, piled-up semi-finished products were replaced by stacks of unfinished goods.

Vacuum-sealed crystal-clear chunks of meat, rich white bone broth flowing with magical light, magical plant essence processed like works of art, and various seasonings shimmering with strange light.

Mark stood in the center, looking at the demon army before him, trained to be like the most professional "kitchen helpers," especially the three mid-level demon gods who worked tirelessly and whose seven-colored black light marks on their bodies were becoming increasingly clear. He clapped his hands in satisfaction, his voice resounding throughout the entire arena:

"Materials ready! Ignite and heat up!"

With a flick of his wrists, the seven-colored black light transformed into nimble threads, which rolled up the vacuum-sealed crystal-clear chunks of meat, rich white bone broth, magical plant essence, and various seasonings, and placed them into different stoves.

Mark's every gesture is concise and efficient, reflecting the legendary chef's absolute control over heat, energy, and the essence of ingredients.

In the first stove, golden-red earth fire essence, guided by a seven-colored black light, gently licked the bottom of the pot, and large chunks of lava demon tenderloin were added.

Mark's palm was filled with seven-colored black light, which transformed into an invisible giant hand that patted and kneaded the chunks of flesh in mid-air.

A sizzling sound rang out, and the chunks of meat softened at a visible speed, as the stubborn abyssal magic inside was forcibly dispersed and harmonized.

He sprinkled on the caramelized powder obtained from the giant lizard demon's calcined carapace, and drizzled on a sauce made with the sap of the poison ivy demon. Instantly, an enticing aroma mixed with meat and spices exploded out!

"Awooo—!"

Several high-level lava hounds near the stove area sniffed greedily, and wisps of pure fire-attribute energy emanated from the gaps in their crimson scales. Their aura visibly solidified, and they emitted comfortable low growls.