Seeing Yao Qingyu fail cast a shadow over both Xiao Yan and Wei Jiangyuan. It meant Ling Zhuo truly could influence eighth-tier alchemists. More importantly, Yao Qingyu had paid no small price to participate in the Pill Convention, yet this was the outcome in the end.
However, both were highly skilled alchemists. After their emotions fluctuated, they continued focusing intently on their own pills.
There were still two eighth-tier alchemists remaining in the arena. Seeing this, their hearts tightened. The first eighth-tier alchemist had already suffered a cauldron explosion—who knew whether one of them would be next?
Yet mere worry could not stop Ling Zhuo's actions. The flames of the two remaining veteran eighth-tier alchemists still went out of control, and their cauldrons exploded one after another.
Both were seniors who had long been renowned in the alchemist world. Seeing what had happened, Qinghua Old Monster could only smile helplessly. He glanced at Ling Zhuo, his regret outweighed by helplessness, before ultimately turning his gaze toward Xiao Yan.
The other was named Luo Sai. Strictly speaking, he had risen to prominence even earlier than Venerable Yao, Yao Chen. He had painstakingly studied alchemy for centuries and had been drawn here by the Three Thousand Burning Flame, never expecting such an outcome.
After their failures, the two merely stood by and watched, no longer continuing to refine pills. It was worth noting that quite a few seventh-tier alchemists resumed refining even after their cauldrons exploded.
There were many reasons why the two were unwilling to continue. First, the pills they were refining were of no low grade, and they truly had no spare materials prepared. Second, neither understood why such changes had occurred, so if they started over, there was still a high chance their flames would go out of control.