A long moment passed.
A faint sound could be heard.
In the palm of Chen Han's hand, a crimson flame slowly began to burn.
However, the flame was not large—only about the size of a finger.
But after only three breaths' time,
the small flame vanished on its own...
WHOOSH—
At almost the same moment, Chen Han couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
This short period had actually left him drenched in sweat.
"Emperor Yu, you really know how to make someone suffer. How am I supposed to perform Alchemy with such a tiny flame?" Chen Han couldn't help but complain.
The transparent figure of Emperor Yu slowly revealed a faint smile.
But he said nothing.
Chen Han extended his right hand again, and the crimson flame surged forth, reaching a height of ten feet.
"Emperor Yu, I can summon a Pill Fire this large now. Why are you making me condense it? It's incredibly draining on my spirit. Even now, I can only sustain it for three breaths at most."
Chen Han couldn't help but grumble.
