One minute, two minutes, three minutes...
In the blink of an eye, another five minutes had passed.
The glass bottle was scorching hot, and the water inside had already come to a boil, but the black powder remained stubbornly unchanged.
Joseph's face continued to be tense, his brows furrowed, and without explaining to Shamman, he waved his hand to magically levitate the glass bottle mid-air, then he unleashed flames to heat it more fiercely.
The water inside the bottle churned violently, billowing large clouds of white steam, and the black powder undulated up and down, until after a long while, it seemed to have diminished slightly.
Joseph's eyebrows lifted, just about to say something, when suddenly Shamman's cautionary voice sounded from the side, "Be careful, Mr. Joseph."
"Hm?"
Joseph was slightly stunned when there was a loud "pop" as the glass bottle, unable to withstand the high temperature, suddenly exploded.
With a "whoosh", glass shards flew in all directions.
