Chapter 975

"The success rate of refining Immortality Pill is extremely low. In fact, the only Miracle Grass I've seen is the one you're holding. If you fail to refine the pill, Miracle Grass might go extinct. It'll be a complete waste."

Lennon frowned.

"The success rate of refining Immortality Pill is low for other people," Frederick said confidently.

Lennon still wanted to persuade Frederick to give up, but Frederick had already tossed the Miracle Grass into the air.

After that, a pill flame appeared in his palm. It instantly burned the Miracle Grass to ashes.

Frederick then created a different pill flame.

Lennon was flabbergasted.

"Is this Inferno Flame?"

"Is this Phantom Flame?"

"Is this—"

Frederick began to use countless types of pill flames that alchemists could only dream of. Lennon was mesmerized by it all.

The different pill flames intertwined in the air, and finally burst apart. A pill gradually emerged from the flames.

Frederick reached out and grabbed it. He then handed it