In the second furnace, the Styx ice melted rapidly under the influence of seven-colored black light, turning into extremely cold mist that enveloped the wings of the demonic bird that the Bone-Eating Moth had prepared.
Mark lightly tapped his fingertip, and the seven-colored light seeped into the wing bones. The tiny bone spikes containing spatial fluctuations instantly softened and dissolved, turning into the purest life essence and merging into the flesh.
Amidst the interplay of ice and fire, the wings become as translucent as crystal. Sprinkled with Styx crystal salt and Abyss poison pepper powder, a refreshing yet stimulating and spicy aroma fills the air.
This caused the shadows on the bodies of several mid-level Shadow Demons nearby to solidify, emitting surprised hissing sounds.
In the third stove, a huge cauldron boiled and churned, with chunks of bone pounded by the dark troll floating in the thick broth.
Mark pressed his hands lightly against the edge of the pot, and a seven-colored black light surged into the soup like living water.
The raging, conflicting abyssal magic within the pot, like a tamed wild horse, blended perfectly with various magical plant essences and the gelatinous ingredients rinsed by the octopus demon god, all under the harmonization and guidance of the seven-colored light.
The originally thick, white, bubbling broth gradually transformed into something like melting stars, shimmering with a deep and gentle seven-colored halo, emitting a rich and mellow aroma that seemed to soothe the soul.
Just by smelling this fragrance, several lower-level demon gods who were relatively close felt their restless demonic cores calm down considerably, and the fierce red light in their eyes faded slightly.
"This aroma... can actually harmonize the chaos of the abyss?!" The Ice Crystal Giant Lizard Demon God's massive head approached the soup pot, its compound eyes filled with shock.
It clearly sensed that the faint purifying and harmonizing power contained in the escaping fragrance was not only harmless, but also like the purest tonic.
"Quick! Set up the 'Filth Barrier'!" The octopus demon god reacted suddenly, its dozen tentacles waving rapidly, transmitting its thoughts to the other two mid-level demon gods and its subordinate lower-level demon gods, "Seal off all aura! We absolutely cannot let this smell escape our territory!"
Without needing to say more, the demons instantly reached a consensus.
Several lower-level demon gods immediately roared and flew towards the edge of the territory. Thick, ink-like abyssal demonic energy surged from their bodies, intertwining to form a huge, dark barrier covering a radius of hundreds of miles, completely isolating this area.
They knew all too well that this extraordinary fragrance, capable of stirring the hearts of demons and even captivating demon gods, would, if leaked, attract the covetous eyes of those terrifying beings deeper within, with unimaginable consequences.
After all, chaos and rage in this abyss are things that most demon gods want to fight against and eliminate.
These are the real reasons why so many Abyss Demons want to escape the Abyss and enter the Holy Dragon Continent and even Heaven.
With the barrier in place, the aroma inside became even richer and more concentrated.
Mark's movements were fluid and graceful, and pot after pot of abyssal delicacies, each with a unique shape and radiating dazzling light and aroma, were produced one after another.
The "Molten Heart Demon Platter," crimson like flowing lava with eerie green flames leaping on its surface, is placed on a stone slab forged from the carapace of a giant lizard demon god.
Crystal-clear, misty "shattered crystal wings" are piled on an ice plate covered with frozen dust from the bone-eating moth.
Like a flowing galaxy, the "Ten Thousand Demons' Blend Soup" is served in a giant wooden barrel woven from poison ivy.
There's also the crispy and fragrant "Shadow Troll Ribs," and the sweet and chewy "Squid Styx Sashimi"...
The glow of the colorful stove fire illuminated the mountain of food, and also the countless pairs of scarlet, eerie green, and purplish-black eyes around it.
Greed, desire, and a hint of anticipation—a rare emotion among abyssal creatures—aroused by the aroma, silently spread and boiled among the monsters.
"The feast—" Mark's voice pierced through the monsters' heavy breathing and suppressed growls, ringing out clearly, "Begin!"
There were no unnecessary rituals, no insincere formalities.
The moment Mark finished speaking, his suppressed instincts erupted!
"roar--!!!"
The Ice Crystal Giant Lizard Demon God was the first to pounce on the bucket of "Ten Thousand Demons Harmonizing Soup," its massive head almost buried in the bucket, greedily sucking up the thick soup that flowed with starlight, letting out a deep roar of satisfaction that reached the depths of its soul.
The octopus demon's dozen or so tentacles shot out like lightning, snatching away several plates of "Shattered Crystal Wings" and half a bucket of soup. The suckers on its tentacles writhed wildly, sucking the food directly into its body, emitting a sticky and pleasurable hiss.
The Poison Ivy Tree Demon's thousands of vines reached out like serpents towards the "Melting Heart Demon Steak," wrapping up large chunks of meat that exuded a deadly allure, the poisonous thorns on the vines opening and closing excitedly.
The high-level monsters have also gone completely mad.
Lava demons pounced on the ribs of their own kind, dark trolls scrambled for large chunks of meat, bone-eating moths danced around the ice platter, sucking up the dissipating cold mist and essence, and Styx worms wriggled and squeezed toward the edge of the soup pot...
The scene instantly became chaotic and noisy, yet it also carried a kind of order dominated by appetite.
Roaring sounds, chewing sounds, sucking sounds, the rubbing of scales, the wriggling of vines...
They intertwine to form a symphony of gluttony never before seen in the abyss.
Enzo, embracing a demon leg thicker than his waist, sat atop a pile of animal bones, feasting on it. His lava-like beard was smeared with sauce as he roared at a lava hound that tried to approach him:
"What are you looking at! There are more over there! Go grab them yourself!"
Anna gracefully tore off a small piece of crystal wing, savoring the strange taste of ice and fire intertwined and the pure energy surging into her body. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, but her gaze still sharply swept across the entire scene.
Monica, holding a small bowl of thick soup, sipped it slowly, her [Domain of Insight] quietly observing the subtle changes in the monsters after they devoured their food, her eyes gleaming silently.
Little Mu bounced off Mark's shoulder and landed on a plate full of gelatinous desserts, making a cheerful "pop pop pop" sound, and the whole ball of dough was stained with the color of the food.
The high-level monsters that were originally surrounding the plate were immediately frightened and retreated more than ten meters, then turned and ran towards other serving plates.
These monsters aren't stupid anymore. They've seen this unassuming slime swallow three disobedient high-ranking lava demons whole and digest them with just a burp!
Mark stood in the center of the boiling "kitchen," looking at the chaotic yet vibrant abyssal feast he had created with his own hands, and let out a long sigh of relief.
The glow of the colorful stove fire reflected on his face, revealing a weariness tinged with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
He casually picked up a piece of charred troll rib and joined the abyss's revelry.
...
The clamor of the feast has finally sunk into the abyss.
On the scorched earth at the edge of this demonic rift, it is no longer a battlefield of bloodshed and chaos, but rather a banquet hall that has just experienced an absurd carnival.
The flames on the multicolored black stove had died down, leaving only wisps of smoke, and the air was filled with a complex and intense aroma.
The aroma is a blend of caramelized, spicy, and rich meaty notes, with a lingering aftertaste of a sublime, aura of abyssal magic.
The Ice Crystal Giant Lizard Demon God lay on its side, its massive body covered in a few drops of thick soup clinging to the gaps in its thick ice crystal scales. It let out a long, satisfied burp.
Amidst the sulfurous scent, a barely perceptible yet incredibly pure stream of seven-colored light, like a firefly drawn to a flame, suddenly emerged from its massive body and silently disappeared into the cross necklace on Mark's chest.
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