"Asclepius, do you have a solution?"
"Use this! It can boost your magic power by three to five times for a quarter of an hour!"
The Medicine God solemnly replied, decisively taking several bottles of purple-red Magic Potion from his bag.
It was a by-product of the elixir of immortality, made from the Blood of Gorgon and Golden Apples, capable of significantly enhancing the user's Divinity for a short time; however, the downside was that once the time was up, the user would fall into a state of extreme weakness, and in serious cases, they could even die.
And in this Underground Maze filled with Magic Beasts and giants, drinking this stuff was hardly different from seeking death indirectly.
Furthermore, due to the limited time and precious materials, he had managed to make only six bottles before they set off.
Chiron scanned the six bottles of Magic Potion and spoke solemnly.
"Select six people to hold off the forces chasing us!"
