The medicinal vapor continuously rose from the soup bowl, fanned towards Xia Zhen, and the volume of the medicinal soup in the bowl was also diminishing. Yet, Zhao Yang was about to enter a state of complete exhaustion!
An immense emptiness engulfed Zhao Yang, who felt he could hold on for at most another twenty seconds.
However, when he glanced at the medicinal soup, a fifth remained!
Zhao Yang clenched his teeth and thought to himself, This won't do, I must persevere and vaporize all the medicinal soup, delivering it into Xia Zhen's body. Otherwise, all will be in vain, and I will deeply regret it!
Sometimes, life and death hang by a thread, and this was like pouring wine—if the cup isn't filled to the brink, the King of Hell won't acknowledge it!
In that room, Zhao Yang was naturally affected by the medicinal vapors as well. His face was as red as Guan Gong's. He kept using Dragon Elephant Primordial Power to resist the medicinal vapor!
