"Obtained a fragmentary Demon Race Civilization Code Blueprint."
For a long while, Zhang Yang struggled to suppress the demonic energy roiling inside him.
Zhao Dagang had already rushed over and was hurriedly trying to help him up.
"Don't—"
The moment the word left his mouth, Zhao Dagang was struck. A black line shot from the vicinity of his right arm and vanished. Almost visibly, both his eyes bulged out, the eyeballs swelling like oversized grapes.
In just three seconds, Zhao Dagang had lost consciousness. His features twisted, and a strange, distorted sound came bubbling from his mouth.
The moment that sound appeared, black and gray fog from all directions came surging into his body like a flooding river running backward.
"Bang!"
When such a massive body hit the ground, it was already no longer human.
"Devil Race—"
Zhang Yang smiled bitterly. Zhao Dagang had been tainted by extremely core demonic energy; saving him would be no easy matter.
It would not have mattered if he still had his heart sword, but his Heart Meridian Sword Core had already been destroyed. Rebuilding it would have to wait until tomorrow—and by then, Zhao Dagang would certainly have turned into an Elite Demon Zombie.
With a sigh, Zhang Yang felt that stubborn strand of demonic energy within him, then placed his right hand on Zhao Dagang's head and began murmuring a string of complex, incomprehensible demonic words.
Demon Language: Shadow.
Unlike the incantation Zhang Yang had recited earlier, this time the shadows within a radius of several hundred meters seemed to come alive. He could even "see" dozens of rats being transformed by the shadows into demon rats.
"Truly, one man's honey is another man's arsenic. The collision between different civilizations is too strange, too bizarre."
Zhang Yang spoke in a low, distant