A straightforward alchemy contest had somehow escalated into a bloody war behind the scenes.
Everyone was extremely nervous about it.
Under the intense and grim atmosphere, the alchemists were affected to varying degrees.
Time passed.
Half an hour went by.
Someone began to open the furnace.
But without exception, all failed!
"It's over!" An alchemist lamented internally.
"Under such immense pressure, my hands won't stop shaking, how can I even compete?"
The alchemists were all silently complaining in their hearts.
Unfortunately, they couldn't blame anyone else.
They couldn't possibly tell the judges that they were affected by the unintentional killing intent of two alchemy masters, could they?
As time went on, more and more alchemists finished their alchemy.
After opening the furnace, a few barely produced elixirs, while most completely disintegrated into nothing more than dregs.
