Fortress 76, level seven, Xing Dian had escaped just half a minute ago.
After taking the elixir, his qi began to circulate again.
Wang Jixuan felt a rush of breath surge up, and he looked down to spit out a mouthful of clotted blood, his spirit once again elevated.
This Blood Qi Pill really was a fine item. Although it was a product of the Demon Technique and had some side effects with frequent use, the overall effectiveness was still pretty good.
——The main issue now was the lack of materials to refine the Herb Spirit Pill.
Mu Dan pulled off the damaged X armor components and saw Wang Jixuan's wound which had already closed by itself, surrounded by a swirling aura of qi.
She frowned and asked, "Commander, how should we deal with this?"
"Don't worry about it, it's not a serious injury... Hand me his severed leg."
