In mid-air, the gaunt man was locked in a stalemate with the puppet, constantly bickering with the burly man.
On the ground, Yang Yan was leisurely collecting pills.
Occasionally, he encountered someone who had woken up; Yang Yan would unhesitatingly lock their throat with a single strike, then continue his search.
After looting more than a dozen people, Yang Yan had only managed to collect fewer than ten pills.
The highest grade was only of the second tier.
Compared to the pill resources allocated within the sect and those gifted by the Pill Sect in recent days, it seemed much more paltry.
Wonder how many the leader might have...
After pocketing the pills and using some to recover his skills, Yang Yan quickly set his sights on the gaunt man in mid-air.
"Star Night!"
Yang Yan casually uttered two words, raised his gaze upward, and firmly locked onto the gaunt man's aura.
