The stars gradually thinned, and the Milky Way's radiance slowly faded.
A faint rosy glow stained the horizon, spreading outward step by step until it covered the entire sky.
The heavy stench of blood lingered. His silvery-white body gradually shrank back. Tearing off the strips of clothing hanging from him, Chen Xu found a large chunk of bluestone and sat down heavily.
Over the course of the night, he had fought five waves of Anomalies. Altogether, nearly twenty Anomalies had fallen beneath those iron fists.
He had killed more Anomalies in this single night than he had encountered in several months in his original world.
From the cloth bags he had taken from Senior Brother Dou and the others, Chen Xu pulled out several small porcelain bottles and poured the pills inside into his open palm.
The pills were blackish-red, giving off a scent difficult to describe—a faint fragrance mixed with the rusty smell of blood. They looked fairly appetizing and did not inspire disgust.
"So these are the Blood-Qi Pills they were talking about." Chen Xu examined them briefly, then tipped them all into his mouth.
The Psychic Energy on the panel rose slowly. Even after swallowing more than thirty Blood-Qi Pills, it had only increased by a little over thirty. On average, each Blood-Qi Pill provided only one point of Psychic Energy.
But even mosquitoes were meat. Chen Xu would not look down on them just because they provided little Psychic Energy. As the only items in this world that could currently grant Psychic Energy, he did not mind acquiring more.
After all, one pill meant one point of Psychic Energy, a hundred pills meant a hundred, and a thousand meant a thousand. Added together, that was no small amount.
Other than the Blood-Qi Pills, the cloth bag