Time passed by.

As the sky gradually darkened, more and more components of the antidote came to light.

However, nobody had a clue about the most critical herb.

Rosalie's condition was getting worse.

At noon, she was still able to sit by herself, but now she could only lean on Byron to barely sit up. The severe pain in her body made her clench her teeth to keep from moaning in pain.

"There is no time. I will contact Xander now!" Byron became very anxious watching her in pain.

Rosalie struggled to raise her hand and grabbed his wrist. "Wait a little longer. I can hold on for a while."

They would still have hope until the last moment!

Meanwhile, harboring the last glimmer of hope, Old Master Loewe clicked on the molecular formula on the screen. "Do the test again, I want to see what it is!"

Mary placed the liquid back into the instrument and restarted the test.

Before the test was over, the old man suddenly understood. He said, "I understand now. The key wasn’t the herbs, but th