"Let's blow him up first."
Shen Ying immediately threw several high-grade spiritual herbs—rare Grade 6 Crimson Fire Grass, volatile Explosive Sun-Pith, and unstable Sulfur-Core Roots—into the open tops of the heavy bronze cauldrons without much thought.
Then, she snapped her fingers, and a flicker of dark crimson flame appeared on her thumb, instantly shooting forward into the bellies of the iron vessels.
The dark flame immediately started refining them at an absurd, unsafe speed.
However, since it was a chaotic refinement just thrown together without much thought or proper ratio balance, the medicinal energy inside was wildly unstable.
The heavy bronze cauldrons began to glow with a sickly, volatile orange radiance, vibrating and shaking violently against the ground like ticking time bombs ready to burst.
Then, with a face that still looked bored, blank, and completely emotionless, Shen Ying flicked her sleeves and threw the unstable cauldrons directly toward General Chen.
