Cui Yue's hands gradually retracted the alchemy flames. It was obvious that he was about to finish refining his pills.
"Ye Chen, it's been four hours. If you can't refine the Ancient Hundred Spirit Pill, you won't have enough time to refine an eighth-grade spirit pill!"
"Then, you will definitely lose, and victory will be mine!"
"Since ancient times, there were only a few dozen people who could refine the Ancient Hundred Spirit Pill!"
"Ye Chen, you want to refine the Ancient Hundred Spirit Pill? Keep dreaming!"
Bang!
Cui Yue suddenly withdrew his alchemy flames and opened the lid of the cauldron. Not a trace of spiritual energy leaked out, which attracted everyone's attention!
Alchemy Master Xingtian carefully examined the cauldron and stroked his beard in satisfaction. He smiled and said, "All nine Spirit Comprehension Pills have been formed successfully. Three low-grade, two middle-grade, three high-grade, and one peak-grade!"
