When the protagonists of novels in his past life found themselves in moments like this, the thing they did best was, of course—break through!
A fierce glint flashed through Mu Bai's eyes. Leaning against the cold rock wall of the cave, he felt waves of searing pain coursing through his body.
Although Zhao Tieshan had roughly bandaged the wound on his left arm, the dizziness from excessive blood loss still washed over him in wave after wave like a rising tide.
Worse still, he could feel that the true qi within him was nearly exhausted, like an oil lamp on the verge of burning dry.
With trembling hands, he pulled the exquisite jade box from his robes—inside lay the Dragon Sparrow Grass he had bought with his life.
That single simple movement made every muscle in his body cry out in agony, and cold sweat instantly soaked through the clothes on his back.
Six hours... Mu Bai muttered, his voice so hoarse it scarcely sounded like his own.
The Dragon Sparrow Grass had to be consumed within six hours of being picked, or its medicinal effects would be greatly diminished. And now, there was probably little time left.
The jade box slowly opened, and golden light immediately illuminated the dim cave.
The seven-leaved Dragon Sparrow Grass lay quietly within. Its sparrow-feather patterns seemed to come alive beneath the firelight, giving off an enticing fragrance.
Mu Bai stared at this hard-won spirit herb. In his mind flashed the Silver Moon Wolf King's golden vertical pupils brimming with killing intent, Zhou Yao's twisted face, and the blood-drenched head of the Bai Ze Beast...
He could not hesitate any longer.
Mu Bai abruptly seized the Dragon Sparrow Grass and stuffed it into his mouth without a second thought.
The instant the spirit herb