The ability to prepare the alchemical spell mid-fight had been Liam's main focus in the recent period. It was the only field that could show some quick improvement, and its power was undeniable.
As Liam had predicted, two weeks had been too short a time to improve the alchemical spell meaningfully. He had only managed to increase the energy he could accumulate and its casting speed.
Still, every little bit helped. If Liam hadn't focused on the alchemical spell, he wouldn't have been able to condense that much Qi during the few exchanges since the Inquisitor's appearance, and the results showed it.
The patch of all-devouring energy soon faded, revealing its effects on the world. Nothing had reached the other fights, but a sizable chunk of charred soil had turned into a toxic slime.
Even part of the air carried poisonous stains, but Liam only had eyes for the sizzling figure at the end of his greatsword.
