"Click..."
Just as he was lost in thought, he felt a sharp pain in his neck as the Night King opened his mouth and stabbed his artery.
The terrifying sound of teeth sinking into flesh made Protector Litang tremble violently. This was the first time in his life that he had experienced the fear of being eaten.
Before this, he enjoyed such sounds because it was the pleasure of being a predator, but now he had become the prey.
Only at that moment did he realize that what the person in front of him was lusting after was his body.
The fear of life and death caused him to instinctively resist, his muscles bulging, showing signs of breaking free from the drug's control.
The effects of the medicine are wearing off!
The Dharma Protector's eyes widened, the feeling of regaining control of its own freedom filled it with immense excitement, and it desperately tried to unleash its body's potential, wanting to break free from the drug's control as soon as possible.
However, he soon realized that he seemed to have misunderstood.
Although the other party bit his neck, it did not eat his flesh or drink his blood. Instead, it fed something back into his blood.
This feeling was only momentary, because it was quickly replaced by pain.
"ah…"
Blood rushed through his veins, then his heart, and then his limbs. The pain reached the depths of his soul and spread to every part of his body, and he couldn't help but scream.
"Tsk tsk, Your Highness really goes all out."
A group of subordinates, who were just watching the drama unfold, listened with great interest. "I'm so jealous of this treatment," one of them remarked.
Li Tang, the guardian, screamed in pain, but the other zombies envied his treatment.
Of all the people here, only Protector Litang had his transformation personally changed by the Night King.
In the zombie world, being bitten by the king means becoming his closest and most trusted subordinate—nothing could be more honorable.
Regardless of what others thought, Protector Litang felt like he was about to collapse, as if he were about to die.
And strangely enough, he suddenly developed a fear of death, something he hadn't done before.
The blood vessels in my body are getting colder inch by inch, and my body is getting colder too.
Originally, although he was a Rakshasa, he was transformed by possessing the bodies of other living beings, so in a sense, he was still alive.
But at this moment, he realized that he was dying. His mind and soul were still there, but his body had lost its vitality.
It is unknown how much time passed before Protector Litang finally recovered.
Upon regaining consciousness, his first reaction was to reach out and touch his neck, only to discover that his neck, which should have been covered in blood and gore, was completely unharmed.
While the demon race's self-healing abilities are indeed powerful, they are not quite to this extent; the wound was healed instantly.
At this moment, Protector Litang was still somewhat bewildered, unsure whether this was reality or a dream, as no marks were left on his body.
"Guardian of the Power Hall, stand up!" Just then, the Night King spoke.
"Greetings, Your Highness."
Li Tang, who had not yet noticed any changes in his body, immediately knelt down and kowtowed respectfully upon hearing the Night King's voice.
From that moment on, all his consciousness began to change rapidly.
When he looked up, all he could see was the Night King, and his object of loyalty had completely changed.
He was no longer a demon, but a corpse.
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