"What's that?" Liu Chongming, who had just dodged aside, abruptly narrowed his eyes. Now he could see clearly: those were no Lava Pillars, but eight jade slips with faint crimson halos on their surfaces.
"The Longevity Pill Manual!" Liu Chongming seethed inwardly. He had actually been frightened into dodging aside. Otherwise, his position would have been the closest, and even if he could not get all eight, he could surely have grabbed a few.
The eight jade slips shot out so quickly that it was already too late for Liu Chongming to chase after them.
People had already charged forward in the direction the jade slips were flying.
Naturally, those behind him could now see exactly what had shot out, unlike him when he had been frightened a moment earlier.
Was I not destined to have it? Liu Chongming was deeply unwilling to accept this, but there was nothing he could do. He had failed to obtain any, and the eight jade slips that had shot out were already swiftly caught in people's hands.
"Aah!" Eight screams rang out.
The jade slips pierced straight through the backs of the eight men's hands and continued flying.
And it was not merely their palms that were pierced. Flames flared directly from their hands and spread over their entire bodies in an instant, reducing them to ashes before long.
"How terrifying..." Seeing the eight men's fate, Liu Chongming still felt shaken.
Now it seemed he had escaped a calamity by dodging earlier. Otherwise, he would probably have met the same end.
Wait, weren't there supposed to be nine jade slips? There were eight just now? Liu Chongming suddenly thought.
There had been eight streaks of light, meaning eight jade slips. There was absolutely no mistake about that. He had seen them clearly, and