Xuan Lian smirked while looking at the eight cultivators encased in raging blood qi. "What happened to your previous words about not using these pills?"
The cultivator who had spoken about handling them was still alive, and even after eating the pill, he was stable enough to understand her sarcasm and make appropriate decisions.
He gritted his teeth and attacked immediately. A strong blazing flame engulfed his hand as he made his way towards her. It was a punch with all his might now.
Xuan Lian became focused and finally used all her strength. She could feel that it was something she could not just casually defend against. Nonetheless, she was not worried.
She encased her hand in a thin layer of hardened ice, a technique which was from her previous cultivation technique but using yin and ice qi this time.
Some techniques are not dependent on just one type of qi, so they are usable with any kind of suitably matching qi, and this was one of them.
