After discussing it for a moment, the two decided to take turns standing guard here, lest anything change outside.
The ones they mainly guarded against were still the people of the Pudu Cult. After all, both Niu Dali and Yuan Bin knew full well that the Pudu Cult had retreated earlier only because Meng Zhao's peerless martial arts had defeated one of their Dharma Kings.
Once they returned to the Pudu Cult, they would surely regroup and make a comeback.
Under ordinary circumstances, it would not have mattered. With Meng Zhao's martial arts, he had no need for their protection; rather, they needed him to protect them. But Meng Zhao was now likely in the midst of a transformation and unable to fight, so they naturally had to shoulder their due responsibility.
Each of them stood guard for six hours, half the day and half the night. After three such rotations, an ordinary person might already have found it unbearable. Beyond physical discomfort, mental exhaustion would have been even worse.
Fortunately, they were both Innate-level powerhouses with profound inner strength and enduring stamina, so they did not find it particularly agonizing.
Inside the quiet chamber, Flood Dragon Little Nine, like Niu Dali and Yuan Bin outside, remained constantly at Meng Zhao's side. Its agile, powerful body stayed coiled around him, protecting him at the center. Anyone outside wishing Meng Zhao harm would first have to face the flood dragon's body, hard as iron and steel.
The human-shaped great cocoon Meng Zhao had become had undergone enormous changes after several days.
First was its shape. It had originally been humanoid, but after several days, the cocoon had stretched from head to tail. Two protrusions rose from its top, giving it the shape of a long python. The change was considerable.
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