"If this Spirit Pill cannot awaken her, then you'll have to consider other methods."
The demon cultivator was extremely indifferent, yet his tone was full of arrogance.
Li Muyang and his companions were utterly astonished.
The ethereal dew white vapor—that's a legendary Spiritual Medicine, believed to have been lost for ages, and it has been refined into a version with enhanced efficacy...
Li Muyang handed the Spirit Pill to Little Wild Grass, who frowned at it and swallowed it in one gulp.
The next second, she was frozen in place.
An icy chill surged continuously outward from within her body.
The massive cold wave even obscured all the forests within a ten-mile radius.
Li Muyang and the others struggled to resist the erupting cold wave, their eyes fixed on Little Wild Grass at the center of it.
In Zhi Wei's vacant and dazed eyes, a hint of brilliance finally flickered.
The unceasing eruption of the cold wave seemed to have stimulated her divine soul.
