The only thing that puzzled the crowd was this: who was the alchemist who had refined an eighth-grade pill that summoned two-colored Pill Lightning? The alchemist stood right there, yet no one recognized him.
Throughout the year of commotion leading up to the convention, he did not seem to have shown his face once. He had merely been standing beside Ling Zhuo when they emerged from the Pill Realm. Judging by his actions, he was also a member of the Spirit Clan. Had the Spirit Clan become this terrifying? The thought crept into everyone's mind.
But the shock he had caused was swept away by the Pill Lightning that followed. Just as Yi Xu and Ling Yu finished weathering the lightning from their eighth-grade pills, two pillars of light appeared almost simultaneously. This time, the two pill makers were no strangers.
Cao Ying of the Cao Clan!
Dan Chen of the Dan Clan!
The two gifted female alchemists completed their pills at almost the same moment. As their medicinal fragrances spread, two immense pillars of energy rose once more. Cao Ying's Blood Demon Flame formed a crimson vortex inside her cauldron, and a pill of exceptionally high quality slowly rose from it.
An eerie suction force appeared around Dan Chen's stone platform. She had held on there for half a month and was utterly exhausted. Her bloodless finger tapped the air, and a pale green pill emerged from the cauldron.
Yet the crowd's attention was not on the two women. The birth of every eighth-grade pill produced its own spectacular sight, and most spectators who were not alchemists could not judge a pill's grade from appearances alone. What they cared about was the color of the thunderclouds overhead. The color of the Pill Lightning told them everything!
"One color!" Someone