Ye Feng took out a perfectly-quality Nirvana Pill and put it into the middle-aged warrior's mouth.

"Um?"

"Is it useless?"

However, after this perfectly-quality Nirvana Pill entered the warrior's stomach, it only calmed his rapid breathing a little, and other aspects were of no use.

Why!

When the other demon-suppressing sect saw this scene, they also sighed slightly.

"Damn, I don't believe it!"

Hearing the sighs of these warriors, Ye Feng immediately shouted and cursed.

When he scolded me, Ye Feng poured all the remaining Nirvana Pills in the porcelain bottle into the mouth of the middle-aged warrior.

After a moment of effort, the warrior's breathing stabilized, and his injuries improved little by little.

When the others saw this scene, they were stunned for a moment.
Chapter completed!