Seeing Wang Yan actually planning to face an army of nearly three hundred thousand alone, Beiming Heng couldn't help but feel a surge of urgency.
Yet he also knew that Wang Yan had such a stubborn temperament. Once he decided on something, nothing could change his mind.
Now the only thing he could do was to restore his cultivation as quickly as possible, so he could rescue Wang Yan after his defeat and flee immediately.
Thus, Beiming Heng immediately flipped off Little Wolf and stood on the giant carpet.
Beiming Heng then took out a Storage Bag from his chest, and tipped it over, causing dozens of pills to fall into his palm.
These pills were all crimson in color, smooth and plump, and even emitted a faint fragrance.
Just from the fragrance alone, it was clear that these pills were extraordinary.
These pills were indeed Spirit Pills Beiming Heng had collected over many years, and he would usually hesitate to use even one.
