A few hours later.
The storm came with the night.
The sky above the primeval forest was soon covered with a layer of water vapor.
In the warm and dry underground campsite.
The horned-demons who were not on duty yet were still engaged in their daily melee combat diligently.
This was the master's request.
As the top Warriors from hell, they had to constantly improve their fighting skills.
Fighting was the only value of their existence.
In a clean room less than 20 meters away.
Roger was sprinkling a kind of milky white powder evenly on the row of empty bottles on the table.
Immediately after.
He poured some of the boiling rainwater into the bottles.
Finally, he dropped two or three drops of the Golden substance.
A faint fishy smell came out of the bottle.
It was accompanied by a rumbling sound.
The information on the data bar was quickly refreshed.
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[ you have successfully created 10 'Dragon essence potions'. ]
