Everyone could see that something was wrong, but there was nothing they could do. The Pill Convention was, after all, a competition. And competitions had rules. Even if everyone under the Spirit Clan was doing everything they could to speed up, the Pill Tower could not say much. Were they supposed to disqualify someone just because they were too fast?
At the same time, everyone understood clearly that the heart of it all, every issue, would ultimately erupt fully around Ling Zhuo. After all, his result was the most crucial part of the Spirit Clan's move this time—important enough that they had even arranged a Heavenly Secrets Talents Ranking to build up his reputation. Thus, while Ling Zhuo had been obediently doing nothing but refining pills, everyone in the Pill Tower, including the three great leaders, had been worried and uneasy.
Now that Ling Zhuo had suddenly begun to exert himself, everyone was instead relieved. Only after seeing the opponent's move could they possibly respond to it.
Ling Zhuo abruptly rose from the ground, a faint smile curling at his lips. He had been paying closer attention than anyone else to the changes in the arena. The other four people sent by the Spirit Clan had all completed their pill refinement, so now it was time for Ling Zhuo to perform.
In the distance, ripples finally appeared in Ling Haonan's ordinarily placid eyes as he watched Ling Zhuo move. He murmured, "It's here."
Ling Zhuo had originally been feeding flames into the cauldron with one hand, but now the momentum of the Wind Fury Dragon Flame in his hands grew increasingly immense. Both his hands were completely engulfed in flames. Even that extraordinary cauldron seemed somewhat unable to withstand the burning, while a hidden power that made hearts tremble was