"What did you make me eat?"
Qu Buzhi's eyes widened, an expression of disbelief on his face.
Just a quarter of an hour ago, eight white dragons simultaneously struck the big bell, and the huge vibration almost made him vomit his guts out.
Immediately after, relentless flames roasted, and finally, they melted his entire bell.
Now, Han Yu, from who knows where, fetched a pill and tossed it into his mouth. Honestly, he was scared to death inside.
Cultivators, cultivators, naturally, the older they get, the more they fear death!
"It's a good thing."
Han Yu couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense. He just offhandedly said a word, then pulled the man up and flew back. Qu Buzhi's head drooped, looking like he had lost all hope.
He could feel the hand gripping him was constantly gathering energy, probably ready to unleash it should he move.
