In the standard guide to carrying alchemical medicines for witches, Corrosive Poison Potion was a standard-issue potion. It could effortlessly use toxins to disguise the appearance of injury, even making one's magic power seem somewhat listless.
This was also a means of luring in the enemy.
"Here." Li Li hesitantly handed Jiang Han a yellow bottle. The giant cats beside them curiously stared at the skull painted on it.
Jiang Han smacked the bottle's mouth with her right palm. With a pop-bang, the cork engraved with Reinforced Potion runes sprang free, and at the same time, an ominous smell leaked from the bottle. The giant cats hurriedly covered their noses and backed away with meowls, their fluffy bodies shoving over the witches gathered around to watch.
"It smells absolutely disgusting."
After that brief comment, Jiang Han tipped her head back without changing expression and drained the Corrosive Poison Potion in one gulp, under the admiring gazes of witches and cats alike.
The potion was the color of a lump of mud dredged from some swamp and then heated up, and it smelled much the same. Yet together, it strangely carried a hint of sweetness, like a sweet soup that smelled terrible but tasted decent enough.
The potion's effects swiftly made her face turn somewhat pale, while her magic power also became a little listless.
Borrowing the potion's effects, she strengthened the Rain of Omniscience, making its rainfall even more terrifying.
The Anse Elves were not some foolish race that would fall for anything. To make them take the bait, putting on an air of bluffing was more effective than showing weakness.
Of course, this was still only a low-probability possibility. They needed to add other stakes to the wager.
Jiang Han looked toward Cat Doyastin.
The battle-hardened Storm Giant Cat