Inside the formation, the Demon Beast carcasses arranged in a circle were already riddled with holes, their entrails spilling out...
Xiaodao still sheltered behind the ruined carcass of a "Wind-Luring Beast," rapidly taking out materials and inscribing them with spells. Blood covered his body.
Some of that blood, along with scraps of flesh, had splattered onto him when spells breached the formation and blasted the Wind-Luring Beast carcasses apart.
Some was his own, from direct hits by enemy spells or their shock waves.
But he had no time to worry about any of that. Cries that the formation was in danger rang out everywhere; nobody could spare the attention to communicate through voice transmission anymore.
Xiaodao had swallowed who knew how many bottles of pills. Even with Guiqulaixi's excellent high-grade pills, his meridians now felt unbearably sore and numb.
Every time magical power flowed through his meridians, waves of aching weakness swept through Xiaodao's body, making him feel as though he might collapse at any moment.
These pills were specially refined. Only after a certain limit was reached would an unbearable stabbing pain develop in the meridians.
To prolong a cultivator's fighting time as much as possible in dire danger, special ingredients were added to the pills to numb the meridians.
Yet when the meridians were overused in this condition, the impact of magical power could not be eliminated. The body would grow sore and weak, but at least magical power could still be used.
Once the stabbing pain appeared, however, not even a trace of magical power could be used. Otherwise, the meridians could shatter inch by inch at any moment.
Even with normal use of these pills, Xiaodao knew that once their special medicinal effects faded, he would spend at least a month enduring pain worse than death