Mu Chaoyun's tall figure vanished into the dense fog.
She watched the horsewhip flashing with golden light in the distance, her gaze narrowing slightly.
In her current state, she likely could not keep Deng Wan entangled while he wielded a mystic weapon.
Deng Wan's cultivation was not particularly high. Even Mu Chaoyun, who had only just broken through, could seriously injure him.
Years of city comforts had long stripped him of the fierceness he possessed as a bandit. He had merely buried his brutality and bloodlust deep in his veins, and his strength was thirty percent weaker than Lu Lao San's.
However, he was immensely wealthy and possessed many treasures. The Golden Light Whip alone made Mu Chaoyun somewhat wary.
Although Deng Wan was no longer at his peak either—Mu Chaoyun had lightly injured him upon entering the formation, and his mystic weapon had consumed considerable power—he was naturally in far better condition than she was.
Mu Chaoyun slowly paced through the fog while silently taking several porcelain bottles she kept close to her chest.
She glanced at them, removed all their stoppers, and poured their contents into her mouth in one gulp.
The moment the pills entered her stomach, an unnatural crimson flush surged across Mu Chaoyun's face, strikingly beautiful.
These Healing Medicines had fierce effects and were mostly used to keep one alive at death's door. Taking so many at once could stimulate her condition, but their effects would interfere with one another, severely damaging her body and even harming her foundation, affecting her future path of cultivation.
But at this moment, Mu Chaoyun naturally had no thought for the future.
She felt a faint pain in her abdomen, while a scorching, domineering aura rose from her dantian and swiftly spread through her limbs and bones.
Mu Chaoyun