The eighth White Water Egg remained silent. Yu Ziqing thought for a moment, pinched the pill, and directly inserted it into the egg's shattered abdomen, crushing it inside.
The pill's power dispersed, and the vigorous life force spread. The eighth White Water Egg felt the vitality inside him, which had been gradually fading, suddenly reignite.
His determination to die slowly dissipated, and an inexplicable will to survive began to prevail.
At least, at the very least, he couldn't die like this.
He would die without understanding how it happened. How exactly did Qing Ziyu manage this?
Was it an intentional murder or an accident?
If it was to kill him, why didn't he feel anything? If it was an accident, then he couldn't die like this, as it would be too humiliating.
Even though he had long disregarded life and death, he didn't want to die like this.
Slowly, he managed to persuade himself.
