Xiao Yi flew away for a million miles, then landed again.
Finding a spot in the wilderness, he sat cross-legged once more.
The Eight Dragons Burning Fire Furnace appeared out of thin air, and he quickly tossed in poisonous Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.
Xiao Yi planned on alchemy, but he was refining Poison Pills.
His current damaged body simply couldn't bear any other kind of power, even pure medicinal power.
He was severely injured now, and could only heal with Poison Pills.
"Poof." Just as Xiao Yi manipulated Poison Power to convert into some Primordial Power, a rush of Qi-Blood raged inside him, and he spat out a mouthful of bloody spit.
The strike from Ghost Hand Elder earlier had directly left him severely wounded and near death.
Though he had stabilized himself, averting immediate danger to his life, the injuries were still heavy.
"Damn it." Xiao Yi gritted his teeth, forced himself through the pain, and began refining pills immediately.
