Purple Flame suddenly surged into the medicine cauldron. Xiao Yan's expression turned exceptionally grave at that moment, and his hands swiftly pressed against the cauldron's fire ports once more. His Spiritual Strength poured out almost without reservation. Right now, he had to perfectly control the transition between the two flames; otherwise, a repeat of the previous failure would occur!
And if he failed again in this final hour or so, then there would truly be no more miracles to prevent Yan Li from claiming the championship!
Dense cold sweat gradually surfaced on his forehead, then slid down and dripped into his wide-open black eyes. Though the stinging sensation was unbearable, Xiao Yan did not dare blink even once.
His unreserved Spiritual Strength was like a floodgate opening, a roaring river bursting forth and pouring into the medicine cauldron.
Under the suppression and guidance of Xiao Yan's Spiritual Strength, the green flame from earlier did not make the slightest contact with the Purple Flame. Even the heat carried by the flames was wrapped up and isolated by Xiao Yan's Spiritual Strength.
Inside the medicine cauldron, it was as though the space had been divided by a river. The green and purple flames each occupied one side, while in the middle of the channel formed by Spiritual Strength lay the slowly rotating green pill. At this moment, if the heat of the flames broke through the suppression of Spiritual Strength and caused them to collide, even if the resulting blast was not particularly powerful, it would still be more than enough to destroy this fragile pill that had yet to fully take shape. Xiao Yan's previous failure had occurred for precisely this reason.
Having learned a bitter lesson last time, Xiao Yan now divided his mind into three. On one hand, he