But these peaceful days were forcefully interrupted by the bandits outside.
Countless spiritual herbs were plundered, and numerous alchemists were taken hostage.
Why couldn't there be a place in the world where alchemy cultivators could cultivate peacefully?
"Self-destructing pills…" murmured an old man with white hair, shaking his head. "Such methods are useless against true strong individuals.
"Pills are no match for the devastating power of talismans."
If they truly possessed great destructive power, why wouldn't they self-destruct their pills?
The hundred-foot-long silhouette outside cannot be dealt with through pill self-destruction alone.
"Grand Masters, even if we have to self-destruct all our pills and alchemy furnaces, we must fight." Mu Wan shouted loudly, turning to the other alchemy disciples in the square.
"Senior Brothers and Sisters, are you willing?"
Willing to be kidnapped?
Willing to be killed?
