Effects of the perfect grade 6 healing pill

"Third Brother, hurry up and attack, I can't hold on any longer." A White-robed Martial Artist was blocking the Spiritual Qi attacks from the Formation. Behind him was a Martial Artist wielding a blade, who was frantically hacking at the Formation in front.

"I'm already trying my best to attack, but it just won't break! Did we find the wrong place again?" the blade-wielding Martial Artist shouted.

The White-robed Martial Artist used his sword to block two more Spiritual Qi attacks flying from the Formation and panted, "How would I know? Regardless of whether it's right or not, we'll only know if we try."

"Careful!" a Martial Artist outside shouted.

Three Spiritual Qi attacks flew towards the White-robed Martial Artist and the blade-wielding Martial Artist. The Spiritual Qi attacks were fast and fierce. Although the White-robed Martial Artist used a sword and his Sword Technique was very fast, he simply lacked the strength to block all three Spiritual Qi attacks appearing at once.

He could have dodged, but his companion was right behind him; if he had dodged, his companion definitely wouldn't be able to escape the Formation's Spiritual Qi attacks.

"Bang! Bang!" The White-robed Martial Artist swung his sword at his maximum speed. Sword light flashed, blocking two of the Spiritual Qi attacks.

He couldn't block the final Spiritual Qi attack in time, so the White-robed Martial Artist could only shield his vital points and took the blow directly with his chest.

"Ah!" The White-robed Martial Artist let out a pained cry as a gash was torn into his chest.

The Martial Artist hacking at the Formation behind him asked nervously, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Keep attacking, don't waste the opportunity. I have a Grade 6 perfect stage healing pill; this injury will heal quickly." The White-robed Martial Artist took a Medicinal Pill from his robes, threw it into his mouth without looking, and hurriedly swallowed it.

Just after swallowing the Medicinal Pill, a stream of energy permeated from it and flowed directly towards the White-robed Martial Artist's chest wound.

The White-robed Martial Artist felt a coolness in his chest; the pain slowly subsided, and the bleeding stopped very quickly.

Suddenly, two more Spiritual Qi attacks from the Formation swept towards them, and the White-robed Martial Artist's expression changed.

He had just been injured, so his movements must be slower now. Could he block these two Spiritual Qi attacks?

There was no time to think; the Formation's Spiritual Qi attacks had already arrived.

"Bang! Bang!"

The White-robed Martial Artist, as usual, used his sword to perform a horizontal sweep against the two Spiritual Qi attacks. The expected sluggishness did not occur; this sword strike was fast and accurate, completely unaffected by the wound on his body.

He touched the wound on his chest in disbelief; it had already scabbed over, and the scar was slowly shrinking.

"Damn it, the effect of the perfect elixir is simply too Heaven-Defying," the White-robed Martial Artist couldn't help but curse.

During this time, they had been taking turns attacking the Formation. His martial arts were considered relatively good within the team, and he hadn't suffered any serious injuries until now; this was the first time he had sustained such a heavy injury. If not for this perfect elixir, he reckoned that both he and his companion would have died here today.

Other companions had long told him how precious the perfect healing pill was, urging him to use it sparingly.

Who would have thought that the effect of the perfect elixir would be this good? He was now somewhat regretful that he had used such a precious Medicinal Pill.

However, when he thought about the two Spiritual Qi attacks from the Formation just now—if he hadn't blocked them, the consequences would have been unimaginable—he immediately cast his regrets to the back of his mind.

The Formation's attacks were continuous; if one received an injury that hindered movement and was then attacked by the Formation again, there was simply no chance of survival.

Inside the Formation, there was no time to rest, let alone time for a Martial Artist to adjust their state or recover from injuries.

Although the perfect stage Grade 6 healing pill was good, it was not as precious as his life.

"If only there were more Grade 6 perfect healing pills." He shook his head, knowing this was just a fantasy.