What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

"Jing-jie! Control him, don't let him run around!"

As Liu Bo ran, he shouted at the top of his lungs to the side.

"Brother Shan! Go help me out, figure out how to pry his mouth open!"

"receive!"

As soon as Liu Bo finished speaking, two figures shot out from the left and right sides at the same time, like arrows released from a bow, leaving two afterimages in the air.

Rong Jing, clad in a tight-fitting combat suit, had a fierce glint in her eyes.

Her wrist jerked suddenly.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sonic boom exploded in the air.

The three-meter-long crimson whip, like a nimble venomous dragon, drew a strange arc in mid-air and precisely wrapped around Brother Yang's body.

The long whip circled again and again, binding the crazed Brother Yang into a tight bundle, abruptly stopping his forward lunge.

"roar--!"

Yang struggled desperately, the black evil energy within his body spreading wildly along the long whip, trying to corrode and sever the weapon that bound him.

"Dream on!"

The dazzling purple-gold flames spread along the long whip, and the originally crimson whip instantly transformed into a burning purple-gold fire dragon.

Burn the incantation, purify!

The black malevolent energy that could devour ordinary elemental power was like snow meeting the blazing sun when it encountered the domineering purple-gold flames.

With a piercing "sizzle" sound, a large amount of black malevolent energy was directly burned and purified into nothingness by the purple-gold flames.

At the same time, Qingshan's tall, towering figure, like an iron tower, had already taken heavy steps and rushed to Yang Ge's front.

"Rock Demon Bloodline, activate!"

Qingshan let out a low roar.

His muscles suddenly bulged, and his shirt was instantly torn.

Stepping forward, Qingshan unabashedly stretched out a huge, rock-like hand, the size of a palm-leaf fan, and pressed it down on Yang Ge's frantically twisting head.

With a force exerted by five fingers, like a giant hydraulic clamp, his head was firmly fixed in place.

Yang Ge stared intently at Qing Shan with his scarlet eyes, letting out a beast-like roar.

Qingshan grinned and said.

"Open your mouth!"

The other large hand grabbed Yang Ge's chin directly, and the petrified thumb and forefinger burst out with terrifying strength, forcefully prying open Yang Ge's tightly closed teeth.

"Well done!"

The moment his jaw was pried open, Liu Bo rushed over like a gust of wind.

Without saying a word, he grabbed Brother Yang by the collar with his left hand and raised the glass jar full of dark, pasty substance high in the air with his right hand, aiming it at Brother Yang's wide-open mouth.

"Brother, it's time to take your medicine!"

Liu Bo let out a strange laugh and suddenly flipped his wrist.

The jar was upside down, and the sticky, herbal-smelling herbal jelly poured out of the jar, gurgling down Yang Ge's throat.

The moment you put the turtle jelly in your mouth...

Just a second ago, Yang Ge was struggling wildly like a vengeful ghost, but suddenly his body tensed up like a fully drawn bow!

A series of strange "clucking" sounds came from his throat, and his eyes widened to their limit, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets.

Immediately afterwards, his body seemed to turn into a brutal battlefield.

Visibly, a dense white light emanated from his stomach, coursing wildly along his meridians. The black malevolent energy that had already seeped into his internal organs, bone marrow, and blood, upon contact with this purple-gold light, surged and retreated frantically, like mice before a cat.

Large amounts of black mist gushed out from his seven orifices and pores all over his body, emitting a mournful hiss in the air before quickly dissipating into the world.

Yang's previously ashen and lifeless skin began to gradually regain its normal color. The twisted and bulging black blood vessels beneath his skin also went back to their dormant state.

The most obvious one is his eyes.

Those scarlet eyes, filled with madness and slaughter, were losing their blood color at a visible speed.

After the crimson faded, all that remained was a profound sense of bewilderment.

Seeing this, Rong Jing flicked her wrist, and the purple-gold whip instantly retracted to her waist.

Qingshan also released the large hand that was gripping his head, took a step back, and released the Rock Demon bloodline.

Losing his support, Brother Yang fell to the ground in the mud with a "plop".

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving. He raised his hands, which were covered in black mud and blood, and rubbed his throbbing temples.

"Cough cough... Ptooey!"

Yang Ge suddenly turned his head, spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with black residue, and then raised his head to look at Liu Bo and the others who were gathered in a circle around him, and then looked at his comrades in the distance who were holding swords and looking on guard.

"What...what just happened?"

Yang's voice was hoarse, and his face showed complete bewilderment.

"I just remember feeling a heat inside my body, a 'whoosh' in my head, and then I knew nothing more."

"I...I didn't do anything stupid, did I?"

Seeing him regain his senses, the previously silent and tense battlefield was instantly filled with gasps of shock.

They're saved?!

That monster, whose demonic seed had been completely corrupted by the Demon King's combined attacks, was actually saved by a dark, murky can of food!

Liu Bo breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his arm, vigorously wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and casually stuffed the empty glass jar into his storage ring.

"What stupid thing are you doing?"

Liu Bo rolled his eyes and pointed irritably at the young martial artist clutching his chest wound not far away.

"If you're a true brother, come and fight me!"

Yang followed Liu Bo's finger and looked over.

When he saw the knife wound on the young martial artist's chest and the terrified looks in the eyes of his comrades around him, his face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

"Luckily, I'm incredibly smart, and I always carry a can of this stuff with me as a backup."

Liu Bo stepped forward, looked down at Brother Yang who was sitting on the ground, and patted the dust off his hands.

"Otherwise, you might not have died at the hands of the alien race today, but instead died by the sword of your own people."

At this point, Liu Bo suddenly changed his tone.

The relief on his face vanished instantly, replaced by the typical greedy face of a shrewd businessman.

He bent down, leaned close to Brother Yang, grinned broadly, and smiled incredibly brightly.

"A debt of gratitude for saving my life will not be repaid on credit!"

"Chenghui, fifty thousand credits!"