"Level 13 Ice-Fire Shield! Hahaha!"
Wang Wu truly wanted to laugh three times. This was equivalent to surpassing the first rank—at the very least, an Immortal Earth first-stage Dao art. If it rose any higher, it would become a divine ability.
But looking at this battle damage, it still hurt quite a bit. Eight hundred years of lifespan aside, he had consumed ten Dragon Blood Pills and nearly five million points of spiritual energy outright.
"Should I be gentler next time? No, no, there's no room for gentleness. Improving the quality of spiritual energy isn't important—the important thing is grinding away the blood curse! What a wonderful opportunity, what wonderful Screeching Birds! Once you miss this village, there won't be another shop like it!"
To be honest, Wang Wu was still very grateful to Bai Yu, and also to Bai Yu's master, Frost Lord.
What a wonderful master and disciple pair!
"Many thanks!"
Wang Wu solemnly cupped his fists and bowed in a grand salute.
He meant it sincerely.
Next, Wang Wu did not rush to capture more Screeching Birds. Instead, he carefully adjusted his innate and acquired systems. The unceasing world wars had inflicted enormous damage upon his Spirit Pills.
Even if they seemed to have recovered, there were still hidden injuries within the Spirit Pills.
These hidden injuries were too minor to heal in a short time. If left unresolved, they would accumulate, and the consequences would be extremely severe.
Thus, Wang Wu decisively activated level 18 Spiritual Essence and used Piercing Insight to inspect each of the five Spirit Pills one by one, repairing them point by point.
Of course, Spirit Pills were not like the Pillar of Heaven; they could not be treated so violently. They also needed internal circulation and nourishment to assist their recovery.