"Sir, what if these Netherworld Fire Poison Insects break through the defense?" Zha Muzhen asked worriedly.
"No worries! By the time they break through the defense, my side will already be finished!" Zhang Xiaohao replied.
After speaking, he once again focused on refining the Nine Heavens Demon-Extinguishing Thunder.
Zha Muzhen grabbed the golden drop of blood with his right hand and swallowed it in one gulp. Instantly, the strange feeling in his body vanished, replaced by an extraordinary sense of divine qi.
Having dispelled the unusual feeling within, Zha Muzhen looked at Zhang Xiaohao with eyes that transformed from mere respect to a kind of blind loyalty.
"The master's blood can even detoxify poison! It's truly formidable," Zha Muzhen thought excitedly.
Staring coldly at the Netherworld Fire Poison Insects outside the entrance, he spoke with murderous intent soaring to the sky.
