He ordered someone to fetch a large bucket of Fire Spirit Oil.
Zhang Ronghua broke off a large horn, which took up one-third of the material. He threw it over casually." Crush it into powder and mix it evenly."
He Jianzhi had seen it just now and knew how to operate it. With a cold face, he kneaded it into powder and scattered it into the bucket. He stirred it evenly and stopped in the courtyard without saying a word. He poured out the fire spirit oil inside and took out the fire break to light it. He hurriedly retreated.
The flames burned, sizzling and jumping, emitting a terrifying temperature. It was obviously a good thing, but his heart was cold. Looking at the increasingly fierce fire, it was as if nothing could stop it. If not for someone present, he would have rushed forward to put it out.
After a while.
