Hangover

The Iron Dwarf Demigods looked at one another, gradually fell silent, and lowered their heads as they ran back.

Zhou Leng's status was growing ever more important. As members of the Humanoid Alliance, no one wanted to see him fall.

In the eyes of the non-Blue Star races, Zhou Leng was now Blue Star's undisputed number one.

Though those Upper Demigod Realm experts were powerful, to the various races, they were far less valuable than Zhou Leng.

If Zhou Leng died among the Iron Dwarves, it would surely ignite the wrath of every realm.

When the Iron Dwarf Demigods returned to the gates of the Dwarf Royal Palace, they saw the enormous Myriad Nations Furnace floating in midair, slowly spinning.

Its scattered starlight formed a powerful force field that protected the area below.

Within the force field, a human was sleeping soundly.

"Hm?"

The Iron Dwarves hurried over. Looking closely, they saw that aside from his tattered clothes, there was not a trace of blood or injury anywhere on his body.

He radiated a powerful aura of life.

The Demigods looked at one another.

"Am I remembering wrong? I remember him being crushed flat as paper."

"You're not wrong. I saw it too."

"But—"

"You can't say he was completely fine. You can only say he was completely fine."

"As expected of Zhou Leng. Hurry and bring out some divine wine and medicine. Force it down his throat, lest there be any lingering aftereffects."

The Demigods all stepped in to help. They did not hesitate to take out treasures hoarded by their tribes, stuffing everything usable by Demigods into Zhou Leng's stomach.

A full day and night later, Zhou Leng groggily opened his eyes.

His head felt heavy and muddled, as if he had a hangover.

With a slight probe,