"Ziyang, wake up..."
"Big Brother Ziyang, wake up! Wake up..."
A violent shaking rattled Ziyang so hard that he felt as though his brain was about to be shaken loose...
He slowly opened his eyes to find Ziyun and Zitian looking at him with concern.
"Demon Lord Zitian, Ziyun, wh-what happened to me?" Ziyang tried to sit up, only to discover that his entire body was sore and weak. Even raising an arm felt incomparably difficult.
Just as Zitian was about to explain, countless Zerg troops crawled over the edge of the massive crater, which had collapsed across a range of hundreds of meters. Before this enormous shaft, they could now clearly see the Zerg running rapidly as if on level ground!
Zitian's expression tightened. "Ziyun, protect your brother!"
"Yes, Father!" Ziyun gripped the longsword in his hand. With a tap of his feet, Zitian turned into a black shadow and shot toward the shaft! At the same time, a three-meter dragon-headed broadsword flashed into his hand. He slashed through the air, and a blade aura spanning over a hundred meters crashed into the shaft with a boom. More than a hundred Zerglings were cleaved in two by the blade light and fell helplessly from the rocky walls of the shaft...
Ziyang exerted himself again, but apart from endless pain, he could not even stand.
Ziyun said worriedly, "Big Brother Ziyang, don't move. Father just gave you a Nine-Refined Profound Demon Pill. In only fifteen minutes, it can restore your strength. But before then, you absolutely must not move recklessly. If you forcibly circulate your demonic energy and cause the pill's power to go out of control, you'll be doomed beyond redemption!"
"A Nine-Refined Profound Demon Pill?!" Ziyang instantly clenched his teeth. This supreme-grade pill, personally bestowed upon Demon Lord