Eight-Person Melee

To Lin Yi's surprise, Gan Hao raised a hand and tossed the jade bottle over.

"There's one more Nirvana Pill."

Lin Yi caught it and froze for a moment.

"Why give it to me?"

Gan Hao turned his head aside, his tone carrying a trace of arrogance. "I don't want you going down just like that. That would be too boring."

With that, he turned and left, striding toward the battlefield where Gu Chen and Wang Teng were fighting.

Watching his back, Lin Yi muttered softly, "What a stubborn tsundere."

He pulled out the jade bottle's stopper and leaned closer for a look.

There was one Nirvana Pill left inside, its surface flowing with a gentle glow. Its spiritual power was so tightly contained that almost none leaked out; only by getting close could he smell the faintest thread of medicinal fragrance.

He poured the pill into his palm, tipped back his head, and swallowed it.

The instant the pill entered his stomach, its medicinal power surged forth from his Dantian.

It seeped through him layer by layer, from the inside out. The injuries Gan Hao had beaten into him—his sunken chest bones, broken knuckles, torn muscles, and clogged meridians—healed at a visible rate beneath the wash of that medicinal power.

His bones rejoined, his muscle fibers reconnected, and blood and qi filled his meridians once more. His depleted Dantian was gradually replenished.

In just a few breaths, he had returned to peak condition.

Lin Yi rolled his wrist and clenched his fist. The sensation of strength once again flooded his palm.

"Nirvana Pills... just thinking about it tells you how precious these things are." He had seen Gan Hao use one before, yet even after using one himself, he could not help but marvel.

The Nirvana Pill's medicinal power