"Rong Luan, why don't you hurry up and let my Nascent Soul self-destruct, so you can cling to life a little longer? Hahaha..." Rong Shao laughed wildly.
"Shut up!"
Rong Luan let out an enraged roar.
"Rong Luan." Yu Bi's voice rang out from behind at precisely the right moment. "You cannot escape. This cultivation of yours is destined to become the supreme nourishment for this old man's advancement into the late Mahayana stage!"
A fierce glint flashed through Rong Luan's eyes.
An egg-sized, crimson-red pill suddenly appeared in her hand.
"Yu Bi, who wins and who loses is still far from certain!"
As she spoke, Rong Luan swallowed the pill.
In an instant, Rong Luan's aura began to surge at a terrifying rate. It swiftly reached the peak of the middle Mahayana stage, yet it continued to rise, on the verge of breaking through that bottleneck.
At this sight, the sinister grin on Yu Bi's face abruptly froze.
His eyes, once brimming with greed and mockery, suddenly narrowed, filled with incredulous alarm.
"An Essence-Reversing Pill?!"
"Wasn't the principal spiritual herb for refining this pill, the Heart-Eroding Grass, said to have gone extinct? How could you possibly have such a pill, Rong Luan?"
"Rong Luan, taking the Essence-Reversing Pill will drain a massive amount of blood essence. You are already advanced in years, and your body is on its last legs. You simply do not have enough vital energy to sustain it. You are practically courting death—your physical body absolutely cannot withstand the pill's depletion."
Rong Luan suddenly stopped fleeing and turned to stare coldly at Yu Bi.
"Even if I do not take the Essence-Reversing Pill, I will surely die by your hand. I might as well stake everything on one gamble!"
The alarm on Yu Bi's face suddenly