Li Xing snorted coldly, tied up the already reptilian Three-Eyed Worm with Yueqi Silk, threw it aside, waved to collect the top-grade Spirit Stone, and then ran over to check Yang Zhou's condition.
Yang Zhou was half kneeling on the ground, eyes closed, head drooping on his chest, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. Yang Zhou's consciousness hadn't recovered yet, and this time, Li Xing easily stuffed the pill in.
Although the time being parasitized by the Three-Eyed Worm was not long, a portion of Yang Zhou's vitality had already been plundered. His originally jet-black hair was now gray, and faint crow's feet appeared at the corners of his eyes.
Fortunately, Yang Zhou was still young, with his physique and Primordial Spirit at their peak. The current aging was just a temporary phenomenon. With proper rest and recuperation, the lost vitality could naturally recover, but for at least a year, he must not heavily exhaust his Primordial Spirit.
