The search for opportunities in the Alchemy Dao was in full swing.
「Three days later.」
After a fierce battle, Junior Brother Jin was collecting his spoils and joking with his fellow sect members when the last of the flesh on his body suddenly sloughed off.
Before everyone's eyes, he seemed not to notice. He hadn't even finished his sentence before he collapsed into a pile of scattered bones on the ground.
The soft glow of a Jade Talisman flared, and the scattered bones vanished, leaving behind only a few specks of dark blood.
The expressions on Qin Zheng and the others varied, but a sense of urgency rose in their hearts.
"I'm afraid our days are numbered, too."
Yin Zhen, who had witnessed the entire event, stopped wiping his longsword and set the silk cloth aside.
The longsword had been stained by some foreign substance in the previous fight, but thankfully, it hadn't been damaged.
He spoke calmly.
"How many days do you all have left?"
Qin Zheng thought for a moment.
