Ma Tian wore a bitter expression. He had never expected his careless words to become a prophecy—they had truly run into bandits.
"If you want the spirit medicine, come and take it yourselves!"
Shen Yi stepped forward and reached out, snatching the silk-wrapped spirit medicine into his hand. Ma Tian and the others were stunned. None of them had seen Shen Yi move; they only felt their hands grow light, and the spirit medicine had somehow landed in Shen Yi's grasp.
Perhaps he really can save us. Ma Tian and the others prayed inwardly. At this moment, they could only place their hopes on Shen Yi.
"Oh? So there really is someone who isn't afraid of death!"
Excitement colored the masked bandit's voice. He clenched both fists until they crackled, advancing toward Shen Yi step by step.
"Be careful!"
Hong Ling released Shen Yi's arm and retreated into the crowd. She knew Shen Yi's abilities and decided not to reveal her own strength.
Shen Yi nodded lightly. In an instant, golden light burst forth, and a terrifying aura erupted. Ever since he had consumed the blood from Hong Ling's forehead that night, his cultivation had broken through to the eighth level of the Golden Core Realm. Eight golden cores spun rapidly within his dantian as spiritual power poured out in a frenzy.
"Awooo—"
The masked bandits seemed immensely excited, even letting out beastlike howls. Then, all the bandits moved in perfect unison and attacked Shen Yi together. Weapons of every kind came slashing toward him, cold light flashing as energy scattered in all directions.
Shen Yi glanced sideways. He discovered that this group was exceedingly strange—their movements were so perfectly synchronized that there was not the slightest discrepancy, as though they had been cast from the same mold. The only