C88 At the Last Moment.

Feng Zhentian could tell that Feng Pu was in dire straits. With less than three minutes remaining until the pill's completion, Feng Pu's vitality was waning, likely to last no more than two minutes.

The final minute was beyond Feng Pu's grasp, try as he might.

"Hmm, just one minute short. Where can I find that extra time?" Feng Zhentian pondered