The bottle flipped, and a fiery red pill, almond-shaped, landed in the palm of his hand.
Seeing this Spiritual Medicine, which had been refined from high-grade demon beast cores in former years, Han Li's face showed a hint of regret.
This type of pill, originally designed to enhance the Spiritual Power of Core Formation cultivators, was indeed a bit of a waste to use here.
If his Mana hadn't been sealed and Silvermoon hadn't been injured, he could have directly used the Soul Search Secret Technique without all this hassle.
With one hand, he squeezed the blue-robed man's chin and with a skilled flick of his wrist, he dislocated his lower jaw, causing his mouth to involuntarily open wide.
With the other hand, he snapped his fingers, and the pill, enveloped in a burst of blue qi, shot into the mouth of the blue-robed man.
Han Li released his hands and touched his waist, and a shining silver needle appeared between his fingers.
