Saman's hand trembled more and more. His undead body had already sensed the powerful force of restraint contained within the aura of this potion—a vigorous life energy that made his very soul quiver. After all, he was a genuine Grandmaster. He had basically determined that this bottle was the legendary supreme Black Potion: the Resurrection Potion!
Arthur's accomplishments absolutely had nothing to do with that half of the imprint. The strength his opponent displayed now had already far surpassed the imprint's creators, the two Grandmasters Lolo and Rosenbach! It also far surpassed Saman himself, who had believed he no longer had any rivals!
A peerless genius who was both a Grandmaster artificer and a Grandmaster alchemist... No, the word "genius" alone could no longer describe this young man, who ought not yet be thirty—such an unprecedented figure would have been the most dazzling presence in any era of history. Yet Saman had encountered such a person, and it was in the final battle of a life-and-death duel spanning ten thousand years!
For the first time in ages, Saman suddenly felt like crying. Why had he agreed to duel this young man in Tetenis's place?
But he had no time for regrets. Almost none of the ten minutes allotted for his choice remained. If he drank this Resurrection Potion, his soul would scatter into ashes. If he did not, this duel would be a complete failure, and the imprint space would confiscate the half of his remaining life force. Either way, body and soul would be utterly destroyed.
At that moment, Saman's single eye abruptly dimmed, like a lamp being snuffed out, and his entire body seemed to lose all signs of life.
Suicide? Impossible! Chen Rui frowned, then suddenly felt a terrifying aura emanating from Saman's body. This power instantly