"Dog, dog?"
The Artifact Spirit kept calling out in the Sea of Consciousness, looking extremely anxious.
Han Yu's face was ashen at this moment, with the wound on his back still bleeding profusely, turning the surrounding seawater crimson.
But that wasn't the most critical!
The most terrifying thing right now was the sundial he held tightly in his hands, which was continuously extracting his Life Force.
However, Han Yu, this dog, wouldn't wake up, causing the Artifact Spirit to lose its composure, hurriedly fetching a pile of Pills.
The noise above had become distant, and neither of them knew how deep they had fallen into the sea!
Thus, the Artifact Spirit wasn't even concerned about exposure, forcing Han Yu's mouth open with its foot and pouring Pills inside as though money were no object.
Han Yu's mouth filled visibly, prompting the Artifact Spirit to kick it further with its small feet!
After kicking, it continued pouring, then kicked again.
