As Ye Han kept the Purple Cauldron absorbing the spirit liquid and restored his cultivation, he also used several bottles to collect a considerable amount of the spirit liquid the cauldron had filtered.
After being filtered and transformed by the Purple Cauldron, the spirit liquid had become exceedingly pure. Although its restorative effects fell short of pills, it was countless times better than High-Grade Spirit Stones.
Just one bottle was enough to restore his spell power three or four times.
If he encountered those fellows again, he would at least have some ability to protect himself...
Just as Ye Han continued collecting these spirit medicines-
Boom! Boom! Boom! A series of astonishingly powerful crashes erupted, and the spirit liquid in the strange pool began trembling incessantly...
What was going on?
Ye Han's expression changed. He sensed that things were taking a turn for the worse.
Sure enough, just as Ye Han had suspected, the spirit liquid began churning violently, as though an invisible hollow were frantically drawing the vast quantities of liquid somewhere else...
Then-
A terrifying, deep, muffled voice roared, "Bastard! Stealing my spirit liquid? You're courting death!!!"
The voice echoed through the empty space.
Then streaks of red light and Blood-Soul Flames attacked the Purple Cauldron where Ye Han was hiding...
These blood-red Red-Light Flames carried terrifying evil qi, accompanied by the aura of extremely profound blade-dao laws. They struck the Purple Cauldron in a storm of explosive metallic clashes...
The Purple Cauldron was knocked back, repeatedly slamming into the incredibly hard metal walls. Sparks flew everywhere, leaving it in a thoroughly sorry state.
After carefully discerning the words, Ye Han understood what this fellow was saying!!
Although there was a language barrier, Ye Han's divine sense and cultivation were astonishing, and he was proficient in a great