When the giant, thirty-foot-tall Flesh Puppet turned into a massive block of solid ice, frozen solid on the battlefield and unable to move, Qin Fang's knees felt a little weak.
His face was pale, and his breathing was ragged.
'I've used up too much True Essence.'
'I can't recover it all!'
"Senior Brother!"
A voice called out from behind. Qin Fang turned his head and saw a disciple with a blood-spattered face holding out a bottle.
"Senior Brother, True Essence Pills! You need to recover, quickly!" the disciple said urgently.
Qin Fang glanced at the Jade Bottle in the disciple's hand. It was, indeed, a bottle of True Essence Pills.
He took a deep breath and accepted it without hesitation.
"Thank you."
He then downed all the True Essence Pills in the bottle in a single gulp.
Once the True Essence Pills settled in his stomach, a vast wave of True Essence surged from his lower abdomen.
