A sadness flashed through Meng Qi’s eyes, but soon was replaced by determination. Of course, she wouldn’t let Ji Wujiong see her weakness. She quickly turned her eyes away toward the horizon, looking at the countless ghost puppets running in all directions, sprinkling the antidote on their paths.

This Grand Tournament barrier was created as an arena to test the ability of medical cultivators, so although it shared the same characteristics as the real world, they were not exactly the same. For example, the soil poisoned by Qiwu powder. Although the poison mimicked the real thing, once the antidote was deemed to pass the test, its effect worked much faster.

Meng Qi did not finish the arrays quickly. After she finished drawing the modified version of the Hundred Ghosts And Hundred Charms array, she took a break to restore her spiritual aura using a Beiming pill. Then she also took a break every time she finished two of the small arrays.

Ji Wujiong was both exasperated and amused. He almost forgot that Meng Qi’s cultivation base was still in the Foundation Establishment stage.

Ji Wujiong laughed out sarcastically and walked back and forth a few steps. “I am willing to stop saying bad things about him. But to make me say that I am inferior to him?” He snorted coldly, “In your dream.”

Meng Qi squatted down again, putting back her focus on the small medicine cauldron, which was boiling now. The spirit stones used to fuel the Lihuo array gradually turned dim, and the flames slowly became smaller.