The two-pound block of dense sheep fat dissolved in Lu Chen’s stomach acid within three seconds.
His Five-Viscera Cauldron ignited the raw animal fats with explosive, starving smooth speed.
Packed heat energy flooded his gastric veins like boiling kerosene.
Ten paces in front of him, the six shadow-fiends closed the outer edge.
At their head stalked the detached dark shape of Lu Chen himself.
The giant shadow stood six feet one inch tall, its shoulders wide as an ox yoke.
Its arms raised the six-foot great cleaver of black ice-slow ice high into the freezing air.
The frost blade radiated a killing chill of negative forty degrees.
