A body cultivator's blood vitality was far greater than that of a spell cultivator at the same level. When burned, it unleashed power over a short span that no one dared face head-on.
Likewise, techniques fueled by a body cultivator's blood essence were more than twice as powerful as those of a spell cultivator. Everything demanded an equivalent price.
For several breaths, she had single-handedly held off three opponents, including a pseudo-Nascent Soul cultivator whose cultivation exceeded Zhao Min's.
Instantly killing an opponent of the same level while surrounded sounded easy enough, but how many cultivators could actually accomplish it under siege?
Yet Zhao Min had done all of that in the shortest possible time.
"That Daoist we encountered this time was far too strange. Take the pills first. I'll go check on Wusitu."
Li Yan had already sealed Wusitu's golden core with poisonous gas.
Li Yan placed the green jade bottle in Zhao Min's delicate hand. These were the best pills he currently possessed for replenishing blood vitality.
The Melting Bamboo Shoot was excellent, but it was a supreme treasure for replenishing magical power.
Zhao Min nodded and gently withdrew her hand, then opened the jade bottle. In truth, she had already taken pills.
They were even fifth-grade Fireblood Pills specially provided by the Holy Devil Palace, far more effective than the ones in Li Yan's bottle.
Nevertheless, she took out three and placed them in her mouth.
"Collect all the Storage Pouches and spirit-storage pouches nearby, including everything on the man I killed several hundred li away!"
After giving Zi Kun these instructions, Li Yan darted to the foot of the mountain across the river, where Wusitu lay unconscious and covered in blood.
Li Yan had been so concerned about Zhao Min's injuries that he had not even