Under Braydon Neal's attentive gaze, the little fool set up the barbecue and prepared a pot of delicious python soup.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, savoring the sizzling barbecue.
This meat was from a fifth-level spirit beast, fresh, tender, and imbued with spiritual power.
It was beneficial for martial artists and would strengthen the bodies of ordinary people.
Living and cooking in the wilderness, they were bound to attract spirit beasts, particularly those sensitive to smells.
As the ground around them started to tremble, a massive beast approached from underground, a spirit beast capable of burrowing.
It was no ordinary creature.
"Stop eating, Luke!" Braydon cautioned softly.
"What's the matter?" The little fool, with a puzzled look and an oily mouth, inquired.
Suddenly, an earth dragon-like spirit beast erupted from the ground, swallowing the large iron pot whole, which still contained a pot of soup.
