This isn't suppression at all.
This is practically cooking!
"Woo woo—"
Central Valley.
The one reacting more intensely than Nangong Linglong and her people was that previously badly wounded Mutated Black Tiger.
It kept letting out low whimpers, its massive body shivering nonstop.
Even when it met the Tentacle Boss before, it was never this terrified!
Right now.
It actually started missing its mom...
"Zzz—!"
"Zzz zzz—!"
On the iron plate, the tentacle's struggles grew weaker by the second.
The burned smell hanging over the valley got even stronger.
Yu Jin was definitely not a professional chef; his control over the heat was not great.
"What a shame."
Yu Jin gave a soft sigh.
This hometown dish, "Iron Plate Squid," ended up ruined by him.
"Hm?"
"Finally can't hold out, huh?"
Yu Jin, staring at the ever-more-cooked tentacle on the plate, suddenly raised an eyebrow.
At this moment.
Right in front of him, information from the Eye of Insight abruptly changed.
