“It’s a defensive pill!” Amid the battlefield, Ye Fenghua shouted in astonishment as he witnessed Wu Sha block the Martial King’s attack. His eyes gleamed with excitement.
Defensive pills were on par with explosive pills. While explosive pills were attack-oriented, boasting immense destructive power—as evidenced by the earlier blast that injured Martial Kings—defensive pills focused on protection. When crushed, their energy instantly erupted into a crystalline barrier. The interwoven medicinal properties formed a shield that dampened vitality attacks, bogging them down like mud, neutralizing their force.
Using a defensive pill could block a powerful strike, potentially saving a life in a critical moment.
This was one of the spirit controllers’ most formidable tools.
What shocked Ye Fenghua wasn’t just its defensive prowess, but what it represented: a long-lost defensive pill formula, akin to the explosive pill recipe, had resurfaced in the spirit controller world!
If both formulas spread, they could usher the spirit controller community into a golden age.
Having recently witnessed the explosive pill’s debut and now the defensive pill’s emergence, Ye Fenghua’s excitement surged.
“A legendary defensive pill!” Far off, Le Zheng Hongmao, holding back the families’ experts, gasped in shock. As a seasoned spirit controller, he knew its value well.
Such peerless formulas were, alongside cosmic spiritual energies, the stuff of dreams for high-ranking spirit controllers.
“No wonder—it’s a defensive pill! If I’m not mistaken, it was refined during the finals of the alchemy competition, right?” Pang Po, watching the scene, exclaimed in awe.
“Exactly. It’s a secret formula of our Wu family, finally successfully refined in this generation. We planned to develop it quietly, but Wu Sha had to use it now!” Wu Meng nodded.
Crafting a defensive pill required more than just a formula and ingredients—it demanded exceptional talent and refining skill.
Even Wu Meng had never succeeded in making one.
Its successful creation signaled the Wu family’s rise. During the alchemy competition, they’d kept it under wraps to avoid attention and trouble, intending a low-key ascent. But to save Lin Xiao, Wu Sha had no choice but to reveal it.
Now, with Wu Sha in danger, Wu Meng abandoned his opponent and raced toward her.
“No wonder you lost it back then, old man. Successfully crafting a defensive pill—with its utility, it’d rank second in the competition, no question!” Pang Po couldn’t help but remark.
He too charged forward at top speed.
The pair had been stalling a Martial King. With their third-grade advanced spiritual power, the Martial King couldn’t overpower them.
But since their target wasn’t the Martial King, when they let go, he ignored them and rushed toward Lin Xiao.
“Didn’t expect your Wu family to have such a trump card!” Wen Renliang marveled, disbelief on his face. He intensified his attacks, trying to break free from his foes.
Yet surrounded by several high-tier Heavenly Martial experts, he couldn’t escape.
Other veteran spirit controllers were equally stunned—this was a symbolically significant pill for their world.
“Wu Sha can’t come to harm!”
Ye Fenghua’s brows furrowed. He seized a nearby Feng family Heavenly Martial expert with his spiritual power, hurling them at Feng Ziyang. Then he shot forward.
With fifth-grade elementary spiritual power, he’d always had the upper hand. Had he not been focused on shielding Lin Xiao from Feng Ziyang, he could’ve disengaged anytime.
As Ye Fenghua withdrew, Feng Ziyang dodged, letting the Heavenly Martial expert crash far off with a scream. Spreading vitality wings, he sped forward.
Though it was one of his own, the airborne tumble wouldn’t be fatal, so Feng Ziyang didn’t bother mitigating it.
Near the Feng family’s perimeter, the Chen family’s Second Elder, seeing Wu Sha block his strike, grew furious. “Hmph, let’s see how many you can stop!”
“Wu Sha, dodge!” Lin Xiao’s brows shot up as he launched skyward. A Martial King might be blocked once, but not twice.
Facing the Second Elder preparing another attack, Wu Sha’s expression shifted. She wanted to evade but feared Lin Xiao would take the brunt behind her. Bracing herself, she summoned vitality to resist.
“Courting death!” Seeing a mere third-grade spirit controller dare to stand her ground, the Second Elder sneered cruelly, his fist technique poised to strike. But at that moment, a middle-aged voice thundered over.
“Elder Chen, show mercy—don’t harm Wu Sha!”
It was Ye Fenghua.
Hearing him, the Second Elder paused. Ye Fenghua had only fought the families to protect Lin Xiao and hadn’t gone all-out against Feng Ziyang. Killing Wu Sha might push Ye Fenghua to desperation, bringing more harm than good.
Their primary target was Lin Xiao—Wu Sha’s fate mattered little.
Killing her wouldn’t shift the outcome much. Afterward, the Spirit Controller Alliance might even offer a hefty price to settle things. Once Lin Xiao was dead, the alliance would have no cause to oppose them.
“I won’t touch her, but Lin Xiao dies!” Pausing briefly, the Second Elder charged forward.
“Lin Xiao, your weapon!” As he neared Wu Sha, she tossed him a white half-arm skeletal hand.
Lin Xiao’s eyes flickered. He quickly infused it with spiritual power, directing it to attack the oncoming Second Elder.
The skeletal hand—his only spiritual weapon, a mysterious treasure—had been left on the ground during his clash with Chen Yan, unretrieved in the chaos.
That dire moment had left no chance to recover it.
Wu Sha clearly understood its importance to him.
She must’ve grabbed it at the first opportunity to return it now.
“Thoughtful!” Gratitude flashed in his eyes as he poured vast spiritual power into the skeletal hand, reawakening its sinister force.
“Chi!” Rolling white mist surged, ghostly wails echoing as a chilling aura erupted. Terrifying, eerie power burst forth, thick with death and corrosion.
The Second Elder’s face twisted in alarm—this thing’s uncanny nature sent shivers down his spine.
“Boom!” Unleashing his full strength, he shattered the sinister force, sending the skeletal hand flying.
A cold sweat beaded on his brow. Today, a junior had once again made him feel fear.
Snapping back, his vitality flared in rage. “Truly courting death!”
With that, he blurred into an afterimage, closing in on Lin Xiao in an instant, palm striking out.
No defensive pill, no other treasures, no fourth- or fifth-grade spirit controllers or Martial Kings to intervene—at close range, Lin Xiao was surely doomed!
