Yet before the Evil Dragon Supreme, they had no power to resist.
Even knowing they would fail, they had to grit their teeth and step forward. That was human nature—when faced with death, even if they knew hope was slim, they would still fight desperately to live one more breath.
One alchemist after another stepped forward, pursuing this task that was nearly impossible to accomplish, striving first to refine the Creation Blood God Pill.
Yang Chen was filled with countless questions.
What exactly was this Demon God Heavenly Venerate trying to do?
Preparing God King experts as sacrifices, and apparently not merely this batch of God King experts, while also seeking to refine such a terrifying high-grade pill—Yang Chen did not believe the Demon God Heavenly Venerate had no scheme at all.
He was curious. Yet it had to be said that as time passed, more and more alchemists died, and it was nearly his turn.
Failure meant death.
Yang Chen clearly remembered that more than a dozen alchemists had stood before him. Now, only two remained.
One was the Moon Qin Saintess, while the other was a highly respected Grand Alchemist who had somehow been lured here.
Although this highly respected Grand Alchemist possessed no low alchemy level, he had clearly not reached the point where he could refine the Creation Blood God Pill.
Even though he had remained calm until now, when the matter fell upon his own head, his entire body still began to tremble.
At last, he sighed and stepped forward with gritted teeth.
Once, he failed. Twice, he still failed.
The third time, the final result remained unchanged.
In the end, this highly respected Grand Alchemist met the same fate as the others. He was killed on the spot, with nothing exceptional about it.
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