With each second and minute that passed, Neptune began to dread the inevitable more and more.
The Witch Tribe's entire treasure trove had been looted completely. Apart from the bottle of black medicine, Neptune could not find something else that gave Gu Ding and the others hope to escape the place. By that time, Neptune had simulated the whole thing at least a thousand times, and he always got the same result whereby all three of them died each time.
"Neptune..." Gu Ding looked at the time displayed on his wristwatch. "It's noon."
Although Neptune was reluctant, he knew that it was the only way. He retrieved the bottle of black medicine from the Inventory and unlocked the seal on it. Then, the invisible energy that sealed the bottle slowly began to dissipate.
Gu Ding held up the bottle of medicine, took a deep breath, pulled out its stopper, and then drank it in one go.
