Countless cultivators were bustling back and forth, delivering box after box of pills onto one of the Celestial Wave Crossings.
At this moment, Han Yu was laid out on the deck while Mo Xiuwen pried Han Yu's mouth open and poured the pills in like pouring beans.
The scene was simple and brutal.
Yet despite this, Han Yu's condition showed no sign of improvement.
Quan Xiaotong immediately sent for Xiao Yan and Luo Fen, but even after they examined Han Yu's condition, they were equally at a loss.
"So many pills have been given that any normal cultivator would have been poisoned to death by now."
Xiao Yan frowned, sighing helplessly.
"This can only mean that the deficit within him is either a bottomless pit or is constantly worsening."
Luo Fen mused thoughtfully.
This, however, triggered a recollection for Xia Wuyou. He remembered something else that strange spirit body had entrusted him with and immediately spoke up seriously,
