Chapter 402: Only Ten Billion?

The crowd was densely packed. Maximus Woolf stood at the center, one hand behind his back, the other hovering around the bronze cauldron. "Whoosh," accompanied the operation of his hand, the intense fire beneath the cauldron fluctuated wildly. Sometimes fierce, sometimes gentle. It would suddenly flare up several meters, scorching the air, and then simmer down to a gentle flame nurturing the cauldron. He controlled countless variations effortlessly with just one hand.

"Medicine King's Pavilion,...