Pill Tower Envoy

In the dim room, flames illuminated the surroundings as a black-robed old man suddenly appeared within. His body immediately pitched forward.

Steadying himself, he sat cross-legged on a cushion and parted his black robe. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept emerging across his aged face. He looked at his right arm. The left arm was already gone, leaving only a somewhat gruesome wound.

Blood seeped from the wound, and the pain made the old man's already sinister face look even uglier.

"Damn it, what is this thing? Even Dou Qi can barely suppress it."

After taking several pills, the old man sat quietly. A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Looking at his wound, there was unexpectedly no sign of it healing or even stopping the bleeding. One had to know that he had just taken a Seventh-Rank Pill. By all rights, even if it could not regrow his arm, stopping the bleeding should have been no problem. Yet the wound was still dripping with blood.

"What kind of sword was that? Damn brat! Once I recover, I'll tear you to pieces and make your soul suffer eternal torment!" Mu Gu roared, his eyes bloodshot.

This time, he had suffered a tremendous loss. A Spatial Jade Slip was not something that could be made casually, but compared to that Spatial Jade Slip, losing an arm pained him even more.

That peculiar power clung to the wound like a parasitic curse, preventing it from healing, let alone allowing his arm to be reattached. Worse still, the power was boring into his body and damaging his internal organs, causing him agonizing pain.

"Damn it, damn it...!"

The old man roared furiously, then helplessly took a jade bottle from his Storage Ring. Upon