Xiong Bin snorted coldly, his voice dripping with disdain. "Don't worry. The Qingyun Sect is already at the end of its rope. Zhang Dingqiang, that old fellow, won't hold out much longer, and the other two Qingyun Sect disciples are already exhausted. It won't be long before the Qingyun Sect's Alchemy Furnace explodes!"
Xiong Bin's words were not unfounded but were the conclusion of careful observation.
Just as Xiong Bin finished speaking, the other two third-rank Alchemists from the Qingyun Sect finally could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.
"Hahahaha! The Qingyun Sect is finished!" Cheng Zhibin burst into loud laughter at the sight. Now, with no substitute Alchemists left and only Zhang Dingqiang and his two companions remaining, their hope of concocting the Heavenly Origin True Soul Pill was nothing but a fool's dream.
And just as Xiong Bin had predicted, the pressure on Pavilion Master Zhang and the others increased sharply once the two Alchemists fell.
