Su Yue rolled up two dirt balls from his body and handed one to each of the two brothers.
"This..."
Huang Kui held the dirt ball, trembling.
Could this be some kind of cursed pill?
Swallowing this pill would put one's destiny in someone else's hands for life.
Huang Tuo felt even more tearless from grief.
What trouble have we gotten into now?
They had been robbed all the way, and just when they finally managed to rob someone else, they ended up in this passive situation again.
What kind of luck is this?
"One breath. If you don't swallow it, you'll die!"
Su Yue said impatiently.
The two brothers, terrified out of their wits, swallowed the pills without a word.
They had seen too many exiles die along the way, and if their lives ended here, they'd quickly become corpses.
It's better to live miserably than to die gracefully.
"So painful... Ah... Ancestor, have mercy!"
After taking the pill, Su Yue launched a soul strike at Huang Kui.
