Everyone orderly selected their medicinal herbs and then returned to their places. Qin Feifei glanced at Mu Ruyue and sneered as she took out her Pill Furnace.
A bright red Pill Furnace appeared in front of her, and then she slightly lifted her palm, a cluster of bright flames dancing uncertainly over it.
"This time, I must defeat that woman."
Otherwise, what face would she have left to stay here?
As the alchemy began, everyone had immersed their minds in producing the elixir. Hence, no one noticed the robed figure quietly taking out a porcelain bottle, from which a trace of colorless, odorless gas emerged. As the gas passed over the herbs, they began to wither bit by bit.
"What… what happened?"
"Why have my herbs withered?"
"It's over, this is the end…"
The crowd was greatly shocked and soon, their faces revealed utter despair.
If it was too late to prepare the materials, had they lost the competition before it even started? How could they resign themselves to this?
