Song Wen flipped his hand, and two blood-red pills suddenly appeared in his palm.
He opened his mouth and swallowed both pills.
A surge of pure spiritual qi rose from his abdomen and was instantly refined by the torrent-like spiritual power rushing through his meridians.
Yet Song Wen frowned slightly, looking deeply dissatisfied.
He was currently at the critical threshold of a breakthrough, but the spiritual qi provided by a mere two Blood Demon Pills was far from enough to help him cross it.
Gritting his teeth, he took out another ten Corpse Demon Pills and swallowed them.
"Ah..."
Song Wen clenched his teeth and let out a low, pained groan.
The toxicity of ten Corpse Demon Pills erupted at once. Their ferocity was not simply additive, but multiplied geometrically—one hundred times stronger than that of a single pill.
Song Wen felt a violent, twisting pain in his abdomen.
Yet even ten pills failed to help him break through the bottleneck.
A savage gleam suddenly burst from Song Wen's eyes. He took out another twenty Corpse Demon Pills and stuffed them into his mouth without hesitation.
Amid several swallowing sounds, the twenty pills slid into his stomach.
In an instant, the poison ravaged his body anew, as though countless sharp steel blades were wildly stirring his internal organs.
Song Wen endured the agonizing pain and continued circulating the Corpse King Reincarnation Art, absorbing the spiritual qi generated by the pills' consumption of his blood essence.
His fists clenched tightly, veins bulging across the backs of his hands like twisted little snakes.
There was only one thought in his mind: he had to break through this damned bottleneck!
But how could everything in the world go as one wished?
Pfft!
Song Wen's body suddenly lurched sideways, and he spat out a