The cavern roof was blown open, letting a stray shaft of daylight wander down, mingling with the acrid, burning aroma of the sour soup steaming from the bottom of the pot, turning the entire subterranean river into an open-air kitchen.
Deep underground, the Mountain-Moving Rock Ape King hugged its charred, smoking, crippled arm and whimpered. It glared at the rolling pot of vinegar soup nearby, its bluestone face forcing an expression uglier than crying... That tiny bit of frozen vinegar paste stained with sour residue, when licked onto the tongue, was sour, spicy, and scalding, feeling as though a burning coal had been shoved down its throat!
It even carried an indescribable, fishy stench of bugs! Yet that bone-deep sourness made its demonic soul shiver uncontrollably.
Chapter 550