Lei Tu sighed softly.
Then he walked out.
His figure flickered unpredictably.
Apart from Lei Tu, the Ten Butchers, and the two heads of the organizations with the highest cultivation, he had killed everyone else with a single palm strike each.
He had refined Blood Pills.
He had taken some, and then there were a few left, which he put away.
As the process continued, Lei Tu's body underwent constant changes.
His originally withered and decrepit body was steadily bursting with vitality.
It was as if he had reverted to his youth.
But in his eyes, the expression grew increasingly brutal and increasingly despondent.
Only he knew how harmful it was to seize the life force of others for his own use, and how many unforeseen consequences there were.
If it were usable, why would he have spent over ten thousand years still searching for a divine healer?
But now, he could no longer care about that.
Because... the matter of the divine healer was a scam.
