"What is it?" Yang Xiao suddenly had a foreboding feeling in his heart.
Sheng Yanlin sighed and said in a wistful tone: "It requires human blood and flesh."
"An Angel Envoy's?"
Yang Xiao had heard about similar alchemy skills back in Xiang Ma Town, where he intercepted a senior from Pingzong Building.
Before taking action, the other party had threatened Yang Xiao during his villainous speech, saying he would throw him into the Alchemy Furnace.
"Not only an Angel Envoy, but also a High-level Apostle. To refine such an elixir, the catalyst must have at least peak Ghost Level strength during their lifetime, and even the best alchemist's success rate doesn't exceed fifty percent." Sheng Yanlin raised his hand, solemnly spreading his five fingers.
"Hiss——" Upon hearing this, Yang Xiao took a deep breath, feeling his pockets suddenly become heavy.
It seemed as if what was in those pockets wasn't merely an elixir but the lives of two Apostles with peak Ghost-level strength.
