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A bonfire burned brightly on the empty land.

On top of the fire were skewers holding huge chunks of griffin meat. The Taoist masters turned them occasionally while sprinkling spices.

Very soon, the roasted meat turned into a golden yellow color and glistened with oil.

An incredibly appetizing fragrance wafted in the air.

The other Taoist masters were busy slaughtering the griffins, letting out the blood, and plucking the feathers.

The cultivators from the Agency had their reservations at first, but soon, they were caught up in the excitement. They seemed more eager than the Taoist masters.

"Goddamned Huaxianese, you will receive divine punishment!"

"You bastards will die a slow and painful death!"

Not far away, the warlocks were tied up together. Every one of them had swollen and bruised faces from all the kicking earlier.

Their eyes were spewing fire, and their mouths could not stop cursing.