"What's going on?!" Whether spectators or contestants, everyone who witnessed this bizarre yet spectacular scene was bewildered. No one understood why more than a hundred cauldrons were suddenly running into problems one after another.
Even Xiao Yan was startled. So many people had inexplicably lost control and ruined their pills—it was simply too strange. Yet all he could do now was guard his own cauldron and hope nothing went wrong on his end.
But the alchemists' loss of control did not stop. One cauldron suddenly shook, then its flames lost control once more, leaving behind only a wisp of slowly drifting black smoke. The alchemist stared at his cauldron with gritted teeth, itching to tear apart whoever was sabotaging them behind the scenes.
Soul perception swept across the entire venue, yet it ultimately found nothing. And the failed refinements did not end there.
There had been nine people in total, and the last three also lost control of their flames in succession.
Only six eighth-tier alchemists remained in the arena now... or, more precisely, seven. After Lei Jingxiao's cauldron exploded again, he did not prepare to start over as he had before. Instead, he swept his gaze across the arena with utter fury.
Then he fixed his eyes on Ling Zhuo, his gaze seeming as though he wanted to swallow the latter whole. Sensing Lei Jingxiao's scrutiny, Ling Yu immediately reacted and stepped between them, separating Lei Jingxiao from Ling Zhuo.
"Private fighting is strictly forbidden during the Pill Convention!" Ling Yu reminded him proactively.
It was not because he was being kind enough to remind Lei Jingxiao and stop him from doing something rash that would directly disqualify him. Rather, Lei Jingxiao put considerable pressure on him. He was not confident he could stop Lei Jingxiao without affecting Ling