Kerosene was ignited instantaneously, and the flames spread across the body like water.
The body, which had been moving erratically, thrashed even more violently.
One of them even stood up.
But it was futile.
Under the blaze, it eventually fell to the ground and, like the body before, was completely charred.
Seeing the still bodies, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, everyone turned their gaze toward Arthur.
Whether it was the patrol officers, the lawyers, or the scheming heirs of the commercial society and their subordinates, all were looking at Arthur with a mix of awe and curiosity.
They had all heard the chanting just now.
It must have been that mystical power infused in the blaze that eliminated that bizarre presence!
Otherwise, a normal flame couldn't possibly have such power!
Everyone thought so.
And this was exactly what Arthur wanted.
Actually?
The blaze was the real decisive force; the chanting was merely part of the atmosphere.
