Chương 709: 708. The Twelve Demonic Tides_1

Sitting in his laboratory, Joester was focused on the materials in the bottles and jars.

There was a vine sample of the Abyss Flower, which, even after being separated from the main body and soaked in a solution, still exhibited vitality.

There were also hairs of the Winter Wolf, surrounded by silver-white fur that emanated chillness, freezing even the bottle itself.

Additionally, there was some mysterious black entity, bound within a sealed flask, writhing continuously as if it would shatter the flask and drill out at any moment.

Apart from these, there were various kinds of potions. It was easy to guess that if these substances were mixed, there would probably be no less than dozens of explosions before it would settle down.

Joester coughed twice, he continued to observe the state of those materials and diligently recorded notes.