The raging fire ignited on that monster through a thin thread of yarn.
The monster emitted a scream that seemed to come from the depths of Hell, trying to extinguish the fire with its constantly twitching tentacles.
However, the tentacles came into contact with the gasoline, igniting again, and the air was filled with a strange burnt stench.
Heat waves rolled, and thick smoke was overwhelming.
Lin Yue watched all this, feeling the enormous vibrations caused by the monster's struggles, waiting for the opportunity to leave.
The monster wasn't dead yet; if he left rashly, he might be caught in the final strike from the frenzied and desperate monster, dragged into the sea of fire and turned to ashes together.
"Squeak! Squeak!" Bai called next to Lin Yue, looking at the basin of gasoline, eager to volunteer again.
Lin Yue shook his head, thinking the fire's big enough; pouring more gasoline might be tempting fate, little buddy.
