Although sacrificing a Golden Core means adding another Golden Core stage player, what players need now is not the improvement of a few individual abilities.
Rather, it is the improvement of the group's capabilities.
The players' terror lies in their large-scale battles.
What kind of effect would a battle formation composed of players who are at the Golden Core stage and cannot be killed be?
That's definitely going to cause tons of damage!
Seeing the four people silently bowing their heads, not replying or making a sound, Sancha picked up the kitchen knife and raised an eyebrow.
Oh ho, still pretty stubborn!
Are you deaf? Didn't you hear what I said?
A flash of white light, and the cleaver in Sancha's hand suddenly transformed into a black pot.
Um…
As expected, none of the players' favorite flying swords have a proper sword spirit form.
With a snap of his fingers, Sancha ignited a flame in the air, and the black pot floated over automatically.
Loose tea poured oil into the pot, and after the oil was heated up, took out a piece of meat that had already been processed and had a good balance of fat and lean meat from the cabinet behind the stool.
He held the meat up in front of several Hua Nong Sect prisoners and waved it around.
"This is the flesh of your dog protectors; you can have a taste later."
Sancha skillfully used magic to slice the meat, then deep-fried it in oil, adding a number of strangely colored seasonings along the way.
"Fried crispy pork belly tastes best when made with this kind of pork belly with a good balance of fat and lean meat. After coating it in flour and frying it until golden brown, sprinkle it with chili powder to add the soul to the dish. It's so delicious that it will make any kid within a ten-meter radius drool."
The enticing aroma emanating from the black pot made the prisoners' mouths water and their stomachs rumble.
They had lost count of how long they had been hanging there, and their stomachs were growling with hunger.
While frying, Sancha explained the process, and soon, a fragrant and crispy golden-brown fried dog meat was ready.
The black wild boar was tied to a post, its saliva dripping onto the ground.
The tea-drinking man, thoroughly enjoying himself, took a bite. The crunching sound he made almost made the prisoners drool.
"Mmm... It tastes good, really good!" Perhaps the dish was a bit spicy, because Sancha's face turned a little red.
If the prisoners could see Sancha's health bar, they would notice that "-100" is currently floating above his head.
-120 HP loss.
Sancha tossed a piece of crispy pork to the grunting wild boar next to him, which swallowed the pork, which had come from the dog protector, in one gulp and even licked the ground.
Would you like to try some?
Sancha brought over a pair of chopsticks and personally served one of the chubby cultivators who was visibly swallowing.
The irresistible aroma of the crispy fried dog meat made the chubby cultivator's mouth involuntarily open.
At this point, who cares whose flesh it is?
Let alone the dog protector, he would even want to eat his own flesh!
It smells fucking good!
"Don't eat it!!!"
The female swordsman, defeated by the White Cat Salted Fish Sword, suddenly cried out in terror, "Look at that wild boar!"
The chubby cultivator, who had been slowly opening his mouth, suddenly closed it and looked at the wild boar!
The black, hairy wild boar grunted and rolled around, its hair suddenly falling off, and it began to emit a meaty aroma. It had inexplicably cooked!
"Uh... it seems the side effects of this Ghost Pepper are quite significant."
Sancha looked back at the wild boar that had become roasted pig, his face full of regret.
"It's alright. You're a Golden Core cultivator, so it shouldn't be cooked by the time you eat it."
The tea seller paused, thought for a moment, and then changed his mind, saying, "At most, it's only half-cooked."
The chubby cultivator was sweating profusely; how could he dare to eat anymore?
He kept his mouth tightly shut, afraid that the loose tea would be forced into his mouth.
"Well, that's a shame."
Sancha shook his head regretfully and ate the fried pork himself.
He looked completely absorbed.
"I'm a cook, and I'm usually very busy. I also have to cook, so you'd better confess quickly. If you're really stubborn, I'll just have to coat you in flour, fry you until golden brown on both sides, and let our companions eat you."
While chewing on the dog meat in his mouth, Sancha uttered some terrifying words.
The faces of the prisoners all changed.
As soon as Sancha finished speaking, his sword spirit black pot suddenly transformed into a black pot the size of three people, capable of frying two people at once without any problem.
The words that Sancha blurted out made the prisoners tremble.
Just as Sancha was coercing the prisoners, Steward Gu happened to come looking for Sancha.
Bone Butler is a person who is quite particular about food and drink. He often comes to Sancha to play because his talent is bone control, so he often gets some food bone scraps from Sancha.
"My thirst level is almost at its limit, do you have anything to eat here?" The Bone Deacon strode in and asked loudly at the door.
When he came in, he saw several prisoners.
"Hey, Sancha, you're still interrogating prisoners! You've got some skills! Not only can you cook, but you can also interrogate people," Bone Master exclaimed dramatically.
"Get out of here! The pig right next to you is still warm. Eat your food and get out of here. I'm busy!"
The terrifying bullying that Sancha had painstakingly built up was ruined by the Bone Butler's meddling. He rolled his eyes in annoyance and signaled the Bone Butler to get lost.
The bone steward wasn't angry at all. He smiled and picked up the wild boar, then started gnawing on it.
"This taste... is just so-so..." the bone butler mumbled between bites of pig's head. "Your... cooking skills have declined..."
"Bullshit!" Sancha threw all the fried dog meat to Steward Bone. "Try this! That pig died after eating this."
"Wow!!! This tastes great!!" Bone Butler exclaimed in delight after taking a bite of the crispy fried dog meat.
However, "-100" and "-200" health deductions also appeared above the Bone Butler's head.
He didn't care; he still had plenty of blood, so he could just bleed it out.
It has to be said that the scene of the Bone Deacon hugging and gnawing on the wild boar was quite horrifying. The key point is that he also controlled his teeth to become sharp like fangs, tearing the wild boar apart.
The Bone Deacon can not only control scattered bones, but also control his own bones.
"Talent - Bone Control LV55, you can easily create and control some bone items, and you can also control your own bones."
Teeth were also under his control.
Soon, the Bone Deacon had eaten the wild boar down to its bones. His eyes swept over the prisoners, sending chills down their spines.
That's the look in their eyes when they look at food!
The bone steward glanced at the prisoners, then casually pieced together the leftover pig bones into the shape of a pig skull.
"Get up~"
The bone butler called out with a chuckle.
The pig skeletons scattered on the ground actually stood up!
The Bone Butler was controlling the Skeleton Pig, making it walk back and forth; it was quite fun.
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