Li Huowang stared at the seventy-nine lifespan beads in the blood-stained water, his heart unable to calm for a long time, "What does he mean by giving me these Yangshou Pills?"
Perhaps he wanted Li Huowang to consume these Yangshou Pills, or maybe he wanted to explain why he had become like this.
This question was destined to remain unanswered, as the evil spirit was already dead, and was so dead that it couldn't possibly be deader.
With his longsword in hand, pointed towards the corpse in front of him, Li Huowang paused for a moment before his sword came down, dismembering the evil spirit's corpse completely, to ensure it would not stir again.
Afterward, he bent down, placed the seventy-nine Yangshou Pills into a gourd, then turned to the petrified elders and said, "Don't stop! Keep moving!"
The elders looked exhausted, but their nauseating actions earlier made Li Huowang feel not the slightest inclination toward the respect for the aged and the love for the young.